A/N: hiya minna! Akito/Yuki, Kyou/Yuki ficcy here!
Rating may go up in later chaps^^ shonen-ai, yaoi!
Disclaimer: [inset witty disclaimer here] er... to lazy to make one^^
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Stained Innocence
Chapter 1: Shadows
He wasn't bad...
He was never bad.
"G-gomen nasai!" he stuttered again, frightened gray eyes darting from the door to the darkened silhouette that loomed over his tiny form.
"Eh?" the mocking voice terrified him so much that he unconsciously took a step back, only to have the cold wall greet his back.
"Gomen nasai..." he whispered, his lips barely moving so that the sound coming out sounded more like a soft hiss than coherent words... because he knew there was no need to scream, nor say the words out loud. No one would hear him. Even if they did, no one would come.
"You've been a bad boy again..."
No!
He mentally screamed, yet no words would come out. He had tried his best to be the good boy everyone expected him to be... that way... that way... Akito wouldn't have a reason to summon him saying that he had dome something wrong... and Akito wouldn't have a reason to punish him. That's what Akito always says - bad boys needed to be punished.
"B-but... I didn't do anything!"
He was frightened. He was always frightened. Long had he given up for his mother to come and carry him on her bosom so he could lose himself on her sweet scent, nor was there any hope for his brother to come and take him away from that place... away from Akito, even if his Ayame-niichan always said he didn't like kids.
He heard a soft chuckle.
"Oh, but you did."
The young boy slid against the cold wall and drew his shaking knees to his pale chin. Perhaps it was because he was too frightened to stand, or perhaps he had resigned himself to whatever penalty the older boy had in store for him. Or perhaps still, he had done so in a childish attempt to hide and simply disappear.
A single tear threatened to slide down against his porcelain cheeks. By instinct, he brought a hand to wipe out the offending tear. He's always hated crying. There was no point in crying if no one was to notice your tears.
Then a soft sigh was heard from across the room.
The young boy jerked his head in surprise. The sound was so different from the usual cold and cruel voice that would always send him quivering in fear.
He was more surprised when the shadow seemed to retreat, and a soft creak from the bed was heard. Has Akito forgiven him for whatever he had done wrong after all?
He brought a hand to shield his eyes from the intense light when the lampshade was suddenly flicked on.
The fear in those gray eyes was almost gone, replaced with genuine curiosity as the young boy looked questioningly at the older dark-haired boy sitting on the edge of the bed at the center of the room.
"Come here, I won't punish you."
His innocent gray eyes widened as millions of emotions a child his age should have been incapable of feeling - relief, suspicion, mistrust, fear...
Five seconds passed, and he hadn't made a move. He didn't trust anyone. No, he couldn't trust anyone. There was no one to trust... and no one was ever willing to gain his trust. They always betray him in the end. Leave him. Abandon him. Even his own brother had...
"I said come here. I won't punish you," the voice was more forceful that before, yet it was softer than what he was used to.
The young boy dared to take a step. Perhaps... perhaps for once he could trust someone's words... perhaps for once he wouldn't be betrayed. Akito had said he wouldn't be punished...
He gingerly took steps towards the dark-haired boy, nervously stopping a foot away from Akito. He brought his gaze down, staring at his own pale toes and the white linen lining of his pajamas... but strong hands suddenly grabbed his wrists and his shoulders were gripped tightly as he was pulled harshly against the older boy. The bed gave another creak as he was forcefully slammed against it, the weight of the older boy pinning him down...
There was not much of a protest left. He should have known he would be betrayed again. Akito always did weird things to him. Things he didn't like at all. Akito calls it 'punishment' for being bad. That's why he always tried to be a good... so that Akito wouldn't punish him anymore.
So why? Why?
Another tear fell down his cheeks... but this time, he didn't make an attempt to wipe it. No one would come, and no one would see his tears anyway...
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"DAMMED NEZUMI! WAKE UP!"
Yuki lifted his head from the open history book on his desk. It took him several seconds to register the familiar words - and voice - of his mortal rival. To think that they had to endure each other's company everyday and night like this... he silently cursed the gods.
"What is it, baka neko!" he snapped. He wasn't in a good mood. He was never in a good mood after taking a sleep or a nap.
"Do you have to ask?! You skipped your class and your fangirls are worried and waiting for you outside thinking something has happened to their oh-so- great-Prince-Yuki! Ch, if I have to hear another one of their annoying whines, I'm gong to puke."
Yuki sighed. He'd have to agree. Yes, they are annoying, but for all the respect and admiration his so-called 'fans' willingly gave him, he had always felt compelled to be grateful. He closed the book that lay open on his desk, straightened his clothes, and went out of the room.
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Kyou watched as his most-hated enemy walked out of the room and mentally snorted. It's only been a few months since they started college, and the damn nezumi already has gathered an army of fans fawning over him. Not only giggling freshmen girls, but the more mature and voluptuous upper-classmen have apparently fallen under his charm as well.
He let his gaze roam the tiny room... well, it wasn't so tiny really, but it was definitely smaller than his own room back at Shigure's house. And he had to share this cramped place with that mouse no less!
But it couldn't be helped. They had to go to college, and surprisingly enough, he and Yuki had ended up deciding on the same University. And Tohru had received a letter from relatives overseas that they would support her college education. They all protested at first of course, and Tohru didn't seem like she was willing to go either, but in the end, he and Yuki had realized that it was their selfishness against Tohru's future, hence they ended up to be the ones convincing Tohru to leave them in the end.
But there was no room for regrets. After Tohru moved out, the house just seemed so desolate that he and Yuki jumped at the opportunity of living in a dorm at the city. Shigure had whined to no end, but let them have their way in the end with one condition - that they would be roommates and look out for each other. Of course, both he and Yuki had protested... but damn, Shigure always gets his way.
He climbed the double-bunk bed and silently cursed again. Of course, Yuki got the bottom one. They had fought over it, but as expected, Yuki had won much to Kyou's chagrin. Pushing away unpleasant thoughts of the nezumi away, he opened his organizer and noticed the small calendar tucked inside. There was a date that was circled in red. When he remembered what that date was, he silently cursed again.
It was Yuki's birthday. Why he marked the calendar was beyond him. He rubbed the red ink with his thumb as if attempting to erase the offending mark, faint warmth slightly spreading across his cheeks. Why the heck did he mark his calendar anyway? Maybe he really was an idiot like everyone says he was...
As if on cue, the object of his misery came in, looking like he had just ran 100 miles an hour being chased by rabid fangirls each wanting to steal a hug, which would be disastrous, of course.
"You going to go down eat dinner?"
Kyou heard Yuki ask casually. They had agreed after entering college, that they would at least be civil towards each other. After all, they were no longer aggressive boys whose only option for settling things is with fists.
Kyou muttered a quick 'yes' before burying his head against his pillow.
"Tell me when you want to go," Yuki added before returning back to the book he was reading earlier.
Kyou jerked his head to give the other boy a questioning look, thinking 'whoa, the bastard is actually trying to be nice for once...' but immediately felt guilty when he realized he had played his part in starting their fights in the past as well.
Maybe he should say something nice too... Kyou thought. Then he remembered Yuki's birthday that was only a few weeks away. But he didn't want to make Yuki think that he actually remembered! But then again, Yuki never says anything about himself, and Kyou had only learned about the nezumi's birth date when he overheard Shigure and Ayame talking. He wouldn't even be surprised if Yuki had forgotten about it.
Kyou let out a frustrated sigh. What if Yuki had forgotten about his own birthday? That would be... really... sad... but why the heck would he care?! But before he knew it, the words came out from his mouth.
"Oi... your birthday... is coming... right?" he murmured against the pillow so that it came out as a muffled sound, half hoping that Yuki wouldn't hear him.
He heard a soft thud.
Kyou sat up from the bed and saw Yuki looking deathly pale as if he had just seen malignant spirit. He had dropped the book.
"Birthday..." it was almost a whisper.
Kyou snorted. Just as he thought, perhaps Yuki had forgotten after all... but why is he so pale?
"18th birthday..." Yuki repeated in a whisper as he stared blankly, his gray eyes filled with something Kyou didn't recognize very well... is it fear? Anger? Or something else? But Kyou was certain of one thing. Yuki always gets that look whenever it involved Akito... perhaps the only person who could scare the steel nerves of Sohma Yuki.
But before Kyou could say anything, Yuki stood and gave a hollow laugh. If Kyou didn't know better, Yuki's voice almost seemed shaky...
"Oh yeah, that's right... birthday. Looks like you're lucky, baka neko. I won't be your roommate for long," that said, Yuki started heading towards the door.
Kyou's eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Why?!" he blurted out, his voice sounding too concerned though it was certainly not how he intended to sound.
Yuki paused, his hand resting on the doorknob.
The voice that came was too soft that it was almost a whisper and Kyou had to strain himself to make out the words.
"I'll be gong back to the main house."
"WHAT?!" Kyou shouted before he could stop himself.
Yuki took a deep breath. He turned to his roommate; a smile plastered on his beautiful features... but only those who knew him well could notice that this smile was forced.
"It was part of my condition for leaving the main house. I have to go back when I turn 18," Yuki explained before pulling the door opened.
He heard Kyou's soft "Oh".
Yuki smiled again. "Don't worry your self over it, baka neko," he added before walking out of the door.
"WHO THE HELL SAID I WAS WORRIED?!" Kyou called out in sheer anger. That's right, it was definitely none of his business what that nezumi would do. Yuki could live on the other side of the globe for all he cared.
Yuki heard Kyou's voice as he walked in the hallway. The smile slowly faded...
That's right. No one ever worries...
The familiar feeling of fear and anger washed over him... a feeling he thought he had long forgotten.
Akito...
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a/n: please review guys! I'd appreciate any comments from you^^
thanks^^
and just so you know, I don't hate akito like most people do. In fact I like him... well, not as much as I LOVE Yuki, but I do like Akito. I haven't decided if this fic is going to be Akito/Yuki or Kyou/Yuki, or something else^^.
And sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes! Gotta go do homework now I won't even be editing or proof-reading this chappy. Sorry!
Till nxt time then^^
Rating may go up in later chaps^^ shonen-ai, yaoi!
Disclaimer: [inset witty disclaimer here] er... to lazy to make one^^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stained Innocence
Chapter 1: Shadows
He wasn't bad...
He was never bad.
"G-gomen nasai!" he stuttered again, frightened gray eyes darting from the door to the darkened silhouette that loomed over his tiny form.
"Eh?" the mocking voice terrified him so much that he unconsciously took a step back, only to have the cold wall greet his back.
"Gomen nasai..." he whispered, his lips barely moving so that the sound coming out sounded more like a soft hiss than coherent words... because he knew there was no need to scream, nor say the words out loud. No one would hear him. Even if they did, no one would come.
"You've been a bad boy again..."
No!
He mentally screamed, yet no words would come out. He had tried his best to be the good boy everyone expected him to be... that way... that way... Akito wouldn't have a reason to summon him saying that he had dome something wrong... and Akito wouldn't have a reason to punish him. That's what Akito always says - bad boys needed to be punished.
"B-but... I didn't do anything!"
He was frightened. He was always frightened. Long had he given up for his mother to come and carry him on her bosom so he could lose himself on her sweet scent, nor was there any hope for his brother to come and take him away from that place... away from Akito, even if his Ayame-niichan always said he didn't like kids.
He heard a soft chuckle.
"Oh, but you did."
The young boy slid against the cold wall and drew his shaking knees to his pale chin. Perhaps it was because he was too frightened to stand, or perhaps he had resigned himself to whatever penalty the older boy had in store for him. Or perhaps still, he had done so in a childish attempt to hide and simply disappear.
A single tear threatened to slide down against his porcelain cheeks. By instinct, he brought a hand to wipe out the offending tear. He's always hated crying. There was no point in crying if no one was to notice your tears.
Then a soft sigh was heard from across the room.
The young boy jerked his head in surprise. The sound was so different from the usual cold and cruel voice that would always send him quivering in fear.
He was more surprised when the shadow seemed to retreat, and a soft creak from the bed was heard. Has Akito forgiven him for whatever he had done wrong after all?
He brought a hand to shield his eyes from the intense light when the lampshade was suddenly flicked on.
The fear in those gray eyes was almost gone, replaced with genuine curiosity as the young boy looked questioningly at the older dark-haired boy sitting on the edge of the bed at the center of the room.
"Come here, I won't punish you."
His innocent gray eyes widened as millions of emotions a child his age should have been incapable of feeling - relief, suspicion, mistrust, fear...
Five seconds passed, and he hadn't made a move. He didn't trust anyone. No, he couldn't trust anyone. There was no one to trust... and no one was ever willing to gain his trust. They always betray him in the end. Leave him. Abandon him. Even his own brother had...
"I said come here. I won't punish you," the voice was more forceful that before, yet it was softer than what he was used to.
The young boy dared to take a step. Perhaps... perhaps for once he could trust someone's words... perhaps for once he wouldn't be betrayed. Akito had said he wouldn't be punished...
He gingerly took steps towards the dark-haired boy, nervously stopping a foot away from Akito. He brought his gaze down, staring at his own pale toes and the white linen lining of his pajamas... but strong hands suddenly grabbed his wrists and his shoulders were gripped tightly as he was pulled harshly against the older boy. The bed gave another creak as he was forcefully slammed against it, the weight of the older boy pinning him down...
There was not much of a protest left. He should have known he would be betrayed again. Akito always did weird things to him. Things he didn't like at all. Akito calls it 'punishment' for being bad. That's why he always tried to be a good... so that Akito wouldn't punish him anymore.
So why? Why?
Another tear fell down his cheeks... but this time, he didn't make an attempt to wipe it. No one would come, and no one would see his tears anyway...
~~~~~~~
"DAMMED NEZUMI! WAKE UP!"
Yuki lifted his head from the open history book on his desk. It took him several seconds to register the familiar words - and voice - of his mortal rival. To think that they had to endure each other's company everyday and night like this... he silently cursed the gods.
"What is it, baka neko!" he snapped. He wasn't in a good mood. He was never in a good mood after taking a sleep or a nap.
"Do you have to ask?! You skipped your class and your fangirls are worried and waiting for you outside thinking something has happened to their oh-so- great-Prince-Yuki! Ch, if I have to hear another one of their annoying whines, I'm gong to puke."
Yuki sighed. He'd have to agree. Yes, they are annoying, but for all the respect and admiration his so-called 'fans' willingly gave him, he had always felt compelled to be grateful. He closed the book that lay open on his desk, straightened his clothes, and went out of the room.
~~~~~~
Kyou watched as his most-hated enemy walked out of the room and mentally snorted. It's only been a few months since they started college, and the damn nezumi already has gathered an army of fans fawning over him. Not only giggling freshmen girls, but the more mature and voluptuous upper-classmen have apparently fallen under his charm as well.
He let his gaze roam the tiny room... well, it wasn't so tiny really, but it was definitely smaller than his own room back at Shigure's house. And he had to share this cramped place with that mouse no less!
But it couldn't be helped. They had to go to college, and surprisingly enough, he and Yuki had ended up deciding on the same University. And Tohru had received a letter from relatives overseas that they would support her college education. They all protested at first of course, and Tohru didn't seem like she was willing to go either, but in the end, he and Yuki had realized that it was their selfishness against Tohru's future, hence they ended up to be the ones convincing Tohru to leave them in the end.
But there was no room for regrets. After Tohru moved out, the house just seemed so desolate that he and Yuki jumped at the opportunity of living in a dorm at the city. Shigure had whined to no end, but let them have their way in the end with one condition - that they would be roommates and look out for each other. Of course, both he and Yuki had protested... but damn, Shigure always gets his way.
He climbed the double-bunk bed and silently cursed again. Of course, Yuki got the bottom one. They had fought over it, but as expected, Yuki had won much to Kyou's chagrin. Pushing away unpleasant thoughts of the nezumi away, he opened his organizer and noticed the small calendar tucked inside. There was a date that was circled in red. When he remembered what that date was, he silently cursed again.
It was Yuki's birthday. Why he marked the calendar was beyond him. He rubbed the red ink with his thumb as if attempting to erase the offending mark, faint warmth slightly spreading across his cheeks. Why the heck did he mark his calendar anyway? Maybe he really was an idiot like everyone says he was...
As if on cue, the object of his misery came in, looking like he had just ran 100 miles an hour being chased by rabid fangirls each wanting to steal a hug, which would be disastrous, of course.
"You going to go down eat dinner?"
Kyou heard Yuki ask casually. They had agreed after entering college, that they would at least be civil towards each other. After all, they were no longer aggressive boys whose only option for settling things is with fists.
Kyou muttered a quick 'yes' before burying his head against his pillow.
"Tell me when you want to go," Yuki added before returning back to the book he was reading earlier.
Kyou jerked his head to give the other boy a questioning look, thinking 'whoa, the bastard is actually trying to be nice for once...' but immediately felt guilty when he realized he had played his part in starting their fights in the past as well.
Maybe he should say something nice too... Kyou thought. Then he remembered Yuki's birthday that was only a few weeks away. But he didn't want to make Yuki think that he actually remembered! But then again, Yuki never says anything about himself, and Kyou had only learned about the nezumi's birth date when he overheard Shigure and Ayame talking. He wouldn't even be surprised if Yuki had forgotten about it.
Kyou let out a frustrated sigh. What if Yuki had forgotten about his own birthday? That would be... really... sad... but why the heck would he care?! But before he knew it, the words came out from his mouth.
"Oi... your birthday... is coming... right?" he murmured against the pillow so that it came out as a muffled sound, half hoping that Yuki wouldn't hear him.
He heard a soft thud.
Kyou sat up from the bed and saw Yuki looking deathly pale as if he had just seen malignant spirit. He had dropped the book.
"Birthday..." it was almost a whisper.
Kyou snorted. Just as he thought, perhaps Yuki had forgotten after all... but why is he so pale?
"18th birthday..." Yuki repeated in a whisper as he stared blankly, his gray eyes filled with something Kyou didn't recognize very well... is it fear? Anger? Or something else? But Kyou was certain of one thing. Yuki always gets that look whenever it involved Akito... perhaps the only person who could scare the steel nerves of Sohma Yuki.
But before Kyou could say anything, Yuki stood and gave a hollow laugh. If Kyou didn't know better, Yuki's voice almost seemed shaky...
"Oh yeah, that's right... birthday. Looks like you're lucky, baka neko. I won't be your roommate for long," that said, Yuki started heading towards the door.
Kyou's eyes grew wide with surprise.
"Why?!" he blurted out, his voice sounding too concerned though it was certainly not how he intended to sound.
Yuki paused, his hand resting on the doorknob.
The voice that came was too soft that it was almost a whisper and Kyou had to strain himself to make out the words.
"I'll be gong back to the main house."
"WHAT?!" Kyou shouted before he could stop himself.
Yuki took a deep breath. He turned to his roommate; a smile plastered on his beautiful features... but only those who knew him well could notice that this smile was forced.
"It was part of my condition for leaving the main house. I have to go back when I turn 18," Yuki explained before pulling the door opened.
He heard Kyou's soft "Oh".
Yuki smiled again. "Don't worry your self over it, baka neko," he added before walking out of the door.
"WHO THE HELL SAID I WAS WORRIED?!" Kyou called out in sheer anger. That's right, it was definitely none of his business what that nezumi would do. Yuki could live on the other side of the globe for all he cared.
Yuki heard Kyou's voice as he walked in the hallway. The smile slowly faded...
That's right. No one ever worries...
The familiar feeling of fear and anger washed over him... a feeling he thought he had long forgotten.
Akito...
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a/n: please review guys! I'd appreciate any comments from you^^
thanks^^
and just so you know, I don't hate akito like most people do. In fact I like him... well, not as much as I LOVE Yuki, but I do like Akito. I haven't decided if this fic is going to be Akito/Yuki or Kyou/Yuki, or something else^^.
And sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes! Gotta go do homework now I won't even be editing or proof-reading this chappy. Sorry!
Till nxt time then^^