A/N: Okay...If you haven't figured it out by now, I am the worst procrastinator on the face of the entire earth! But. But. But! I have a ton of time today and I feel awful for not continuing this story, especially since I have gotten quite a good bit better at writing over the past few months. I will defintely try to make up for lost time with an amazing chapter! Or try to... This chapter is VERY VERY short but I LOVE it! Poor Kyo! Anyways, I won't ruin it for you.

Warning: This chapter contains violence! And more limeish action.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish it was, Fruits Basket isn't mine! :(

-Chapter 3: There's Blood In My Heart-

Red. Crimson red burning beneath Kyo's eyelids. He felt the heat, searing through a world that seemed numb. He felt the other boy's lips moving forcefully against his own. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't the worst pain he had ever felt. Not by far. Flashbacks of Akito, slapping him across the face, blood splattering the pale ivory walls. He was only lucky he was so young at the time though, because the teeth that fell out into hands were merely baby teeth, and new ones would replace them soon enough. No, not even that was the worst pain he had felt. No, the worst pain was the mental pain, permanently scarred into his brain. However, the fact that he was here...kissing his mortal enemy, sure would have an impact on his mental state. It wasn't the same though. It wasn't the same as the unending abyss of pain he held in his heart everyday, knowing that he was a mistake. Knowing he wasn't worth anything. Knowing that he was ultimately the cause of his own mother's suicide. He may as well have killed her himself. And then there was more guilt. The guilt that he hadn't saved Tohru's mother when he could've. Why hadn't he just pulled her back? Surely it couldn't have been worse than watching her fall the pieces, literally, in front of his very eyes.

However, the pain of this kiss...however little it may be... seemed to melt all of that away. It was cheesy really. That these harsh touches, the feeling of Yuki's tongue sweeping the dirt, the blood, off of his lips...that they could ever seem so important. That he, that damn rat, could ever have this much impact on the firey-haired boy was amazing in itself.

Yuki's lips tasted salty, coated with the cold rain, still cascading all around the two boys who were now laying on the mud-covered ground. Yuki opened his eyes, shiny purple orbs meeting Kyo's violent red-orange colored irises. He had his arms extended on either side of the orange-haired boy's shoulders, pinning him to the ground as his own tongue betrayed him, exploring his enemy's mouth, tasting it's surroundings with excitement.

"Yuki! Kyo! Dinner's ready!" A flightly voice broke through the heat, the tension, that surround the two boys. It was Tohru, calling from the front porch worriedly. Reality came back to the two boys, who had been so oblivious to anything.

Yuki pulled his lips back from Kyo's, for the first time since they had touched. He collapsed onto the other boy's chest, both of them panting harshly.

Kyo coughed awkwardly and sat up onto his elbows. "Can you get off of me?" He hissed, the realization of what had just taken place finally sinking in. In truth, he had been taken advantage of. Yuki knew that the rain was Kyo's weakness, that was no secret. Or at least, that was what the orange-haired boy told himself.

Yuki nodded silently, standing up and glancing down at his mud-soaked clothes. It wasn't as bad as Kyo's, due to the fact the he had been the one beneath the other boy, but he had still ruined a perfectly nice outfit. He sighed, turning on his heels and heading toward the house, without looking towards the other boy, who was now fuming in his thoughts.

Kyo stood there for a few minutes, gazing off as the lavender-gray haired boy disappeared into the trees. His legs felt like jello, his heart was racing, and if it wasn't still pouring so hard he would probably be covered in a layer of sweat.

What the hell was that?

He wanted to scream, or punch something, so he settled with the latter, tightening his hand into a fist and punching the nearest tree. His knuckles started to bleed of course, covered in splinters and probably going to get infected and bruised. He didn't mind though.

After staring off into oblivion for a few more minutes, Kyo decided he had better go inside. Or maybe...maybe he shouldn't. What was the point? Tohru obviously belonged with Momiji, and he really didn't want to face Yuki right now. So, after a few more minutes of deliberation, and another call from Tohru which would ulitmately be pointless, he turned on his bare heels, taking off in the opposite direction of the house. No one needed him. He could live on his own. Maybe he would just keep running. Never stopping. Who really cared?

Mid-run he transformed into his cat form, weak from the rain, his injuries, everything. He kept running though, and he wouldn't stop running until collapsed from exhaustion, and who knew where he'd be by then.

A/N: So! Reviews reviews reviews! That's what keeps me writing!