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Note: I wrote this while listening to Christina Agulara's "Beautiful", Salivas' "Always" and Ta.Tu s' "All the things she said". That should give you an Idea of what the mood is. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! Thank you everyone who has read this and reviewed. I really love you all, and please tell me how you like the ending, all right?
Foreordained Miracle By: Momijis' Girl a.k.a San A Furuba Fan Fiction Last Chapter: Window Reflections
"Morning boys!" Shigure, his usual perverted self as always, traipsed down the stairs and into the living room. Blinking, he rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. Yuki and Kyou sat in their usual spots, but he could have sworn that they had been sitting next to each other. Shigure sighed, and shook his head. Maybe he should see an optometrist. Kyou, ignoring the confused probing glances from the dog, grunted, and fought hard to keep a blush down. The comment and mental pictures from last night made it hard to look Shigure in the eye.
"Good morning Shigure." Yuki raised gray eyes to his older cousin. "I trust you slept well?"
Another blink. Yuki seemed to be in a good mood, a smile moving under his mouse-gray eyes and tugging lightly at the corners of his mouth. If Shigure didn't know better, he would have said that Yuki had gotten some. Shigure, no fool and with a mind more perverted than humanly possible, needed no more hints. All this took only seconds to connect, and, with a smirk, he answered
"Why, yes, although I did hear some odd noises during the night." Of course he was lying, but noted, with smug pride, that both boys cringed momentarily, faces white as death, before regaining an imposed composure. Subduing a grin, the dog sat down at the table and sighed.
"But I think it was just a pair of animals outside."
Both Kyou and Yuki looked visibly relieved at this comment, and Yuki laughed lightly as possible. "Yes, that was probably it" he said coolly.
Kyou, after the initial shock of Shigure 'hearing noises', had pasted on a look of uninterested disdain that he found almost natural, although the tinge of blush at the edges of his cheeks stubbornly refused to disappear. He couldn't, no matter how he tried, disperse the images of the night before that flashed through his mind. So absorbed as he was, the sudden ringing echoing from the hall took a moment to sink in his ears. By the time it had, Shigure had already answered, and Kyou, uninterested, turned back to his thoughts.
Shigure, after a few minutes, put the phone down, a look of worry etched into the smile lines of his eyes. Yuki instantly noted this as the dog walked back into the room.
"What's wrong?" He asked, unable to conceal a tinge of alarm from his voice. It was the alarm, more than the words, which caught Kyous' ear. Turning fiery eyes to Shigure, he said nothing, awaiting the dogs' answer. Shigure sat down, albeit a little more heavily than usual.
"That was the main house." He said as lightly as he could. "Akito wants to see Kyou."
Yuki, already naturally pale, turned an impossible shade of white. Kyou unconsciously picked up on the mouses' panic. Sudden dread filled him when he heard this name, though he knew not why. Turning those red, defiant eyes to Shigure, he asked
"When does he want to see me?"
Shigure shifted uncomfortably in his position, refusing to look at his younger cousin.
"Now."
* * (T I M E P A S S E S) * *
The main house was, as it had been when Kyou first saw it after the accident, imposing and large, spreading over what looked like an endless territory. But Kyou, at the time, had seen only the sick ward near Hatoris' office. The room he sat in now was dark, and though the AC kept it at neutral temperature, it felt icy cold to the boy. Unconsciously he sat closer to Yuki, who seemed paralyzed with fear, that same fear that Kyou had come to know that he would never understand. Try as he might, Kyou knew he would get no support from this boy who could do nothing but keep himself from fleeing. Turning his gaze back to the front of the room, he was startled to see a figure there, where there had been none. How he had materialized without a sound, Kyou knew not, but it only went to further his welling dread.
Akito, sitting on his heels, faced the three, Kyou, Yuki and Shigure, with the same hungry look of a hawk. Lifting a hand, he waved it languidly towards the door.
"Leave." He commanded. "I wish to speak to Kyou alone.'
The others, knowing full well not to protest, as much for their own safety as for Kyous', bowed silently and quietly left. Kyou, finding himself suddenly bereft of what little protection he had had, sat alone and cold on the matted floor. Akito took his time before speaking; unblinking eyes lay coldly upon Kyou. His look was cold, yet mixed what Kyou unmistakably knew was rage, and to the boys utter confusion, blazing hatred.
"Kyou." He said quietly in masked friendliness. "Is it true? I have been informed that you've had, should I say, an accident?"
Kyou nodded wordlessly.
"I'm sorry about that." Akito said it mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Tilting his head, eyes slanted, he asked
"And you remember nothing?"
Kyou shook his head. He couldn't seem to find his tongue. Akito lifted his head. Standing, he walked languidly over until he was almost stepping on the boy. Bending over, he forced Kyous chin up with one finger, and stared intensely into Kyous fiery red eyes. His nail bit maliciously into the soft skin of the boys' throat, and Kyou fought hard to keep from gulping and looking away. Fierce pride refused to submit to such a cowardly act. Instead, he held Akitos' gaze, waiting for him to speak. Akito seemed angered at what he saw in the boys face. His eyes narrowed, and he moved closer until their faces almost touched.
"You think you can escape us that easily?" he hissed, his voice dripping with hatred. "This curse is as much you fault as anyone's. No, it's all your fault!" He added loudly.
Kyou, without even remembering what this 'curse' was, felt a twist of anger in his gust. Still holding the others stare with his own, he wrapped a hand unconsciously around the bracelet on his wrist. In a cold, almost inaudible voice that bounced strangely around the silent room, he answered "I have done nothing."
Whatever reaction he had expected, it was not this. Akito, as id seized by an uncontrollable rage, suddenly flew up. Staring balefully down at the boy, he screamed.
"Nothing?! NOTHING?!"
Kyou found himself suddenly bombarded by objects from around the room. One hit him squarely in the face, and Kyou scrambled back, away from the berserk Akito, until his back was against the wall. "Nothing!?" Akito screamed again and, lifting a chair over his head, brought it heavily down on Kyous' head. The boy tried in vain to protect himself from the splintering leg of wood as it hit him, but was unable to do so. "Its all your fault! This sickness, this curse! Your Fault, you monster! Yours!" With every word Akito brought the bloodied, shattered chair leg (the rest had broken off on the first impact) on to Kyous head. In the other room, Shigure heard the yells of outrage and the shattering sounds, and he, Yuki, and Hatori, who had joined them, leapt to their feet, and ran into the room. There they found a scean of chaos; things broken and shattered lay strewn on the floor. Akito sat near the front of the room, bloody stick in hands, staring derangedly into nothing and muttering under his breath. To their horror, they saw Kyou. He was lying near the back wall, where he had retreated from Akitos' first attack. Almost unrecognizable, he was covered in gashes and forming bruises, his limbs tangled about himself protectively, his head, barely visible beneath his bleeding arms, appeared to be nothing more than a mat of blood and hair. Yuki would have screamed, but his throat had squeezed shut, and he couldn't breathe. He forced himself to Kyous side, before his legs gave out beneath him. Lifting the catboys head as gently as possible from among the bleeding limbs, Yuki, for a moment, feared that Akito had gotten the boys eyes. But Kyou, as far as Yuki could see, had protected his face and neck well with his arms, which had some gashes so deep that Yuki could see the bone glint white through the wound. The mouse checked for breathing, and sighed in relief. Kyou was not dead, but unconscious. Yuki laid Kyous head down gently, and stood. Kyous blood dripped from his fingertips, and Yuki turned to face the man who had drawn that blood, cold anger hardening the soft gray of his eyes to steel. With heavy steps he came before Akito. Hatori and Shigure, both checking over Kyou, watched him go with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. Standing over Akito for the first time without fear, he pulled the bloodied stick from the mans hands, tossing it aside. He yanked, hard, on Akitos kimono, making him stand and look the boy in the eyes. He heard the others stand and move towards him, ready to stop him if he tried to hurt Akito, and Yuki ignored them. Glaring at his hated enemy, he said nothing, letting his anger speak for itself. He wound not hit Akito; the bastard wasn't worth the effort. Akito, uncomforble with this sudden change in the mouse, sweated.
"He deserved it." Akito whispered accusingly. "He thought he could escape us, thought he could be free, when it's his fault that we're like this. He deserved it."
Yuki sneered. "Go to hell." He growled, and flung the man down with such force as to hear something crack. Paying no attention to the cries of pain coming from behind him, Yuki turned to face Hatori and Kyou. Shigure ran to help Akito, and, finding nothing more than a broken finger, watched his younger cousin. Yuki seemed to be struggling inside, and mixture of panic, anger and distress running through his veins. "Hatori." The gray-eyed boy spoke through clenched teeth. "Call an ambulance."
* * * * *
He was on his back again, strange white light penetrating his eyelids. He didn't want to open them, knowing that the light would turn to burning white pain if he did. His whole body hurt, and if he moved his arms, he could swear that there were pieces missing. What had happened?
~Lets see...a room..some psycho.."
Before he could recall much of anything, Kyou heard voices next to him, familiar voices. Kyou opened his eyes, wincing from the shooting pain behind them. Yuki, Hatori, and Shigure stood talking next to him. They stopped when they saw his looking at them. "Kyou, your awake." Kyou winched again, the sound hurting his ears. His voice came out raspy and creaking, quiet from disuse and painkillers that weren't working.
"How long have I been out?"
"Two days." Hatori said.
Kyou cringed and muttered under his breath. He tried to sit up, pushing away Yukis' protesting hands. Lifting his bandaged arms, he tenderly felt his head.
"You have many lacerations along your skull, though nothing deadly." Hatori came up next to Yuki. " Though that fracture is going to take a while longer to heal now. Luckily your arms took the brunt of the blows."
"Yeah, lucky." Kyou muttered. His arms hurt like hell, worse than his head. Swathed in bandages as they were, he couldn't tell what they looked like, but he doubted they were pretty.
"Damn. Akito really did me in, the bastard." Looking up he asked "You haven't told the others about this yet? Tohru, or Kagura?"
This was met with an odd look. " No, we haven't told anyone where you were or why, not yet. I take it your memories returned." Hatori added.
Kyou nodded, much to his regret, and lay back down. "Yeah, I guess it had to be beaten back into me." He said sarcastically, throwing and accusing glare at the ceiling.
Yuki, looking pale, tuned to the others.
"Hatori, Shigure, do you mind leaving for a moment. I need to speak to Kyou alone."
Hatori and Shigure, exchanging a knowing glance, nodded, and both left quietly.
"....So you remember.."
Kyou said nothing. He was watching Yuki, his face unreadable. This unnerved the mouse, but now that Kyou was back to normal, he couldn't let the boy see that. Yuki walked to the window. Looking out, he watched Kyou in the reflection. It was dark outside. The two boys sat in silence, Kyou unreadable, Yuki trying to piece together what he needed to say. "so you remember." He whispered, this time to himself. In the reflection in the Mirror, he saw Kyou stand up and walk towards the window in halting, tired steps. When he was about a yard from Yuki, he stopped. Yuki turned, and the two boys faced each other, each face unreadable. They stood like this for several seconds. Finally, Yuki broke the silence.
"Now what? Will you go back to hating me?" a bitter tone crept into this last bit, and Yuki instantly regretted the words.
Kyou, if he noticed, said nothing. Taking a step forward, he closed the gap between the two, staring at the mouse, his fiery eyes contemplating. He moved, and Yuki expecting to be hit, closed his eyes. But Kyou didn't strike him. Warm, bandaged arms enclosed around the mouseboy, and Yuki suddenly found himself immersed in a kiss, quick, fierce, and purely Kyou. The fire-eyed boy pulled back and smiled softly for a moment.
"Damn mouse." He whispered.
And Yuki couldn't be happier to hear those words.
*Owari*
Well, that's all folks! I finished this fanific almost exactly one year after I started it. I've had some good times (yaoi happiness in the last chapter) and some bad times (having to upload it over and over as FF.net went retarded on me and erased all my files and pennames over and over again, getting flamed by haters) But all in all, I'm happy with it. Please tell me what you think of the story as a whole by reviewing it just one last time, alrighty? If you like my writing and want to see some more, I write Duo Maxwell fics, Inu-Yasha fics, Fruits Basket and Poetry about my fav characters as well as my own original stuff. Just look on my Authors Profile (i.e., Click my pen name) and maybe stop by my web site some time. Thank you! Ja ne! -- Momijis' Girl a.k.a. San or Ryu
Note: I wrote this while listening to Christina Agulara's "Beautiful", Salivas' "Always" and Ta.Tu s' "All the things she said". That should give you an Idea of what the mood is. THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! Thank you everyone who has read this and reviewed. I really love you all, and please tell me how you like the ending, all right?
Foreordained Miracle By: Momijis' Girl a.k.a San A Furuba Fan Fiction Last Chapter: Window Reflections
"Morning boys!" Shigure, his usual perverted self as always, traipsed down the stairs and into the living room. Blinking, he rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. Yuki and Kyou sat in their usual spots, but he could have sworn that they had been sitting next to each other. Shigure sighed, and shook his head. Maybe he should see an optometrist. Kyou, ignoring the confused probing glances from the dog, grunted, and fought hard to keep a blush down. The comment and mental pictures from last night made it hard to look Shigure in the eye.
"Good morning Shigure." Yuki raised gray eyes to his older cousin. "I trust you slept well?"
Another blink. Yuki seemed to be in a good mood, a smile moving under his mouse-gray eyes and tugging lightly at the corners of his mouth. If Shigure didn't know better, he would have said that Yuki had gotten some. Shigure, no fool and with a mind more perverted than humanly possible, needed no more hints. All this took only seconds to connect, and, with a smirk, he answered
"Why, yes, although I did hear some odd noises during the night." Of course he was lying, but noted, with smug pride, that both boys cringed momentarily, faces white as death, before regaining an imposed composure. Subduing a grin, the dog sat down at the table and sighed.
"But I think it was just a pair of animals outside."
Both Kyou and Yuki looked visibly relieved at this comment, and Yuki laughed lightly as possible. "Yes, that was probably it" he said coolly.
Kyou, after the initial shock of Shigure 'hearing noises', had pasted on a look of uninterested disdain that he found almost natural, although the tinge of blush at the edges of his cheeks stubbornly refused to disappear. He couldn't, no matter how he tried, disperse the images of the night before that flashed through his mind. So absorbed as he was, the sudden ringing echoing from the hall took a moment to sink in his ears. By the time it had, Shigure had already answered, and Kyou, uninterested, turned back to his thoughts.
Shigure, after a few minutes, put the phone down, a look of worry etched into the smile lines of his eyes. Yuki instantly noted this as the dog walked back into the room.
"What's wrong?" He asked, unable to conceal a tinge of alarm from his voice. It was the alarm, more than the words, which caught Kyous' ear. Turning fiery eyes to Shigure, he said nothing, awaiting the dogs' answer. Shigure sat down, albeit a little more heavily than usual.
"That was the main house." He said as lightly as he could. "Akito wants to see Kyou."
Yuki, already naturally pale, turned an impossible shade of white. Kyou unconsciously picked up on the mouses' panic. Sudden dread filled him when he heard this name, though he knew not why. Turning those red, defiant eyes to Shigure, he asked
"When does he want to see me?"
Shigure shifted uncomfortably in his position, refusing to look at his younger cousin.
"Now."
* * (T I M E P A S S E S) * *
The main house was, as it had been when Kyou first saw it after the accident, imposing and large, spreading over what looked like an endless territory. But Kyou, at the time, had seen only the sick ward near Hatoris' office. The room he sat in now was dark, and though the AC kept it at neutral temperature, it felt icy cold to the boy. Unconsciously he sat closer to Yuki, who seemed paralyzed with fear, that same fear that Kyou had come to know that he would never understand. Try as he might, Kyou knew he would get no support from this boy who could do nothing but keep himself from fleeing. Turning his gaze back to the front of the room, he was startled to see a figure there, where there had been none. How he had materialized without a sound, Kyou knew not, but it only went to further his welling dread.
Akito, sitting on his heels, faced the three, Kyou, Yuki and Shigure, with the same hungry look of a hawk. Lifting a hand, he waved it languidly towards the door.
"Leave." He commanded. "I wish to speak to Kyou alone.'
The others, knowing full well not to protest, as much for their own safety as for Kyous', bowed silently and quietly left. Kyou, finding himself suddenly bereft of what little protection he had had, sat alone and cold on the matted floor. Akito took his time before speaking; unblinking eyes lay coldly upon Kyou. His look was cold, yet mixed what Kyou unmistakably knew was rage, and to the boys utter confusion, blazing hatred.
"Kyou." He said quietly in masked friendliness. "Is it true? I have been informed that you've had, should I say, an accident?"
Kyou nodded wordlessly.
"I'm sorry about that." Akito said it mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Tilting his head, eyes slanted, he asked
"And you remember nothing?"
Kyou shook his head. He couldn't seem to find his tongue. Akito lifted his head. Standing, he walked languidly over until he was almost stepping on the boy. Bending over, he forced Kyous chin up with one finger, and stared intensely into Kyous fiery red eyes. His nail bit maliciously into the soft skin of the boys' throat, and Kyou fought hard to keep from gulping and looking away. Fierce pride refused to submit to such a cowardly act. Instead, he held Akitos' gaze, waiting for him to speak. Akito seemed angered at what he saw in the boys face. His eyes narrowed, and he moved closer until their faces almost touched.
"You think you can escape us that easily?" he hissed, his voice dripping with hatred. "This curse is as much you fault as anyone's. No, it's all your fault!" He added loudly.
Kyou, without even remembering what this 'curse' was, felt a twist of anger in his gust. Still holding the others stare with his own, he wrapped a hand unconsciously around the bracelet on his wrist. In a cold, almost inaudible voice that bounced strangely around the silent room, he answered "I have done nothing."
Whatever reaction he had expected, it was not this. Akito, as id seized by an uncontrollable rage, suddenly flew up. Staring balefully down at the boy, he screamed.
"Nothing?! NOTHING?!"
Kyou found himself suddenly bombarded by objects from around the room. One hit him squarely in the face, and Kyou scrambled back, away from the berserk Akito, until his back was against the wall. "Nothing!?" Akito screamed again and, lifting a chair over his head, brought it heavily down on Kyous' head. The boy tried in vain to protect himself from the splintering leg of wood as it hit him, but was unable to do so. "Its all your fault! This sickness, this curse! Your Fault, you monster! Yours!" With every word Akito brought the bloodied, shattered chair leg (the rest had broken off on the first impact) on to Kyous head. In the other room, Shigure heard the yells of outrage and the shattering sounds, and he, Yuki, and Hatori, who had joined them, leapt to their feet, and ran into the room. There they found a scean of chaos; things broken and shattered lay strewn on the floor. Akito sat near the front of the room, bloody stick in hands, staring derangedly into nothing and muttering under his breath. To their horror, they saw Kyou. He was lying near the back wall, where he had retreated from Akitos' first attack. Almost unrecognizable, he was covered in gashes and forming bruises, his limbs tangled about himself protectively, his head, barely visible beneath his bleeding arms, appeared to be nothing more than a mat of blood and hair. Yuki would have screamed, but his throat had squeezed shut, and he couldn't breathe. He forced himself to Kyous side, before his legs gave out beneath him. Lifting the catboys head as gently as possible from among the bleeding limbs, Yuki, for a moment, feared that Akito had gotten the boys eyes. But Kyou, as far as Yuki could see, had protected his face and neck well with his arms, which had some gashes so deep that Yuki could see the bone glint white through the wound. The mouse checked for breathing, and sighed in relief. Kyou was not dead, but unconscious. Yuki laid Kyous head down gently, and stood. Kyous blood dripped from his fingertips, and Yuki turned to face the man who had drawn that blood, cold anger hardening the soft gray of his eyes to steel. With heavy steps he came before Akito. Hatori and Shigure, both checking over Kyou, watched him go with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. Standing over Akito for the first time without fear, he pulled the bloodied stick from the mans hands, tossing it aside. He yanked, hard, on Akitos kimono, making him stand and look the boy in the eyes. He heard the others stand and move towards him, ready to stop him if he tried to hurt Akito, and Yuki ignored them. Glaring at his hated enemy, he said nothing, letting his anger speak for itself. He wound not hit Akito; the bastard wasn't worth the effort. Akito, uncomforble with this sudden change in the mouse, sweated.
"He deserved it." Akito whispered accusingly. "He thought he could escape us, thought he could be free, when it's his fault that we're like this. He deserved it."
Yuki sneered. "Go to hell." He growled, and flung the man down with such force as to hear something crack. Paying no attention to the cries of pain coming from behind him, Yuki turned to face Hatori and Kyou. Shigure ran to help Akito, and, finding nothing more than a broken finger, watched his younger cousin. Yuki seemed to be struggling inside, and mixture of panic, anger and distress running through his veins. "Hatori." The gray-eyed boy spoke through clenched teeth. "Call an ambulance."
* * * * *
He was on his back again, strange white light penetrating his eyelids. He didn't want to open them, knowing that the light would turn to burning white pain if he did. His whole body hurt, and if he moved his arms, he could swear that there were pieces missing. What had happened?
~Lets see...a room..some psycho.."
Before he could recall much of anything, Kyou heard voices next to him, familiar voices. Kyou opened his eyes, wincing from the shooting pain behind them. Yuki, Hatori, and Shigure stood talking next to him. They stopped when they saw his looking at them. "Kyou, your awake." Kyou winched again, the sound hurting his ears. His voice came out raspy and creaking, quiet from disuse and painkillers that weren't working.
"How long have I been out?"
"Two days." Hatori said.
Kyou cringed and muttered under his breath. He tried to sit up, pushing away Yukis' protesting hands. Lifting his bandaged arms, he tenderly felt his head.
"You have many lacerations along your skull, though nothing deadly." Hatori came up next to Yuki. " Though that fracture is going to take a while longer to heal now. Luckily your arms took the brunt of the blows."
"Yeah, lucky." Kyou muttered. His arms hurt like hell, worse than his head. Swathed in bandages as they were, he couldn't tell what they looked like, but he doubted they were pretty.
"Damn. Akito really did me in, the bastard." Looking up he asked "You haven't told the others about this yet? Tohru, or Kagura?"
This was met with an odd look. " No, we haven't told anyone where you were or why, not yet. I take it your memories returned." Hatori added.
Kyou nodded, much to his regret, and lay back down. "Yeah, I guess it had to be beaten back into me." He said sarcastically, throwing and accusing glare at the ceiling.
Yuki, looking pale, tuned to the others.
"Hatori, Shigure, do you mind leaving for a moment. I need to speak to Kyou alone."
Hatori and Shigure, exchanging a knowing glance, nodded, and both left quietly.
"....So you remember.."
Kyou said nothing. He was watching Yuki, his face unreadable. This unnerved the mouse, but now that Kyou was back to normal, he couldn't let the boy see that. Yuki walked to the window. Looking out, he watched Kyou in the reflection. It was dark outside. The two boys sat in silence, Kyou unreadable, Yuki trying to piece together what he needed to say. "so you remember." He whispered, this time to himself. In the reflection in the Mirror, he saw Kyou stand up and walk towards the window in halting, tired steps. When he was about a yard from Yuki, he stopped. Yuki turned, and the two boys faced each other, each face unreadable. They stood like this for several seconds. Finally, Yuki broke the silence.
"Now what? Will you go back to hating me?" a bitter tone crept into this last bit, and Yuki instantly regretted the words.
Kyou, if he noticed, said nothing. Taking a step forward, he closed the gap between the two, staring at the mouse, his fiery eyes contemplating. He moved, and Yuki expecting to be hit, closed his eyes. But Kyou didn't strike him. Warm, bandaged arms enclosed around the mouseboy, and Yuki suddenly found himself immersed in a kiss, quick, fierce, and purely Kyou. The fire-eyed boy pulled back and smiled softly for a moment.
"Damn mouse." He whispered.
And Yuki couldn't be happier to hear those words.
*Owari*
Well, that's all folks! I finished this fanific almost exactly one year after I started it. I've had some good times (yaoi happiness in the last chapter) and some bad times (having to upload it over and over as FF.net went retarded on me and erased all my files and pennames over and over again, getting flamed by haters) But all in all, I'm happy with it. Please tell me what you think of the story as a whole by reviewing it just one last time, alrighty? If you like my writing and want to see some more, I write Duo Maxwell fics, Inu-Yasha fics, Fruits Basket and Poetry about my fav characters as well as my own original stuff. Just look on my Authors Profile (i.e., Click my pen name) and maybe stop by my web site some time. Thank you! Ja ne! -- Momijis' Girl a.k.a. San or Ryu