Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Fruits basket or the characters and the plot of this is purely made up. If I owned it I would be making episodes instead of writing fanfiction, wouldn't I?

Warnings: Self-harm, Mild Yaoi.

This is my second fanfic, my first with multiple chapters, and reviews would be great. Also if you have any ideas about what should happen, tell me and i'll try to include them. If I get any reviews for chapters 1 and 2 I'll continue the story, if not I probably won't so if you like it review! :)

Chapter one (Kyo POV)

'Useless, pathetic, worthless. Thats me, the zodiac cat. The one forever isolated. Always looked down upon and scorned for simply being who I am. But do you know what's worse? I can't even beat that damn rat. I hate him! Well actually that's the worst part. I was stupid enough to be tricked by the rat and stupid enough to fall in love with that same damn rat.
Stupid, Hopeless, Weak. A waste of space in this world. A waste of food, air and water needed so desperately by others far more worthy than me.
Scared, untrusting, stubborn. Too scared to end this torture once and for all but too untrusting to ask for help. Too untrusting and stubborn to tell anyone that there's anything wrong and too proud to admit if someone notices, just thinking up some witty remark or yelling at them and storming off.
Sly, cunning, deceitful. Too smart to let them catch me and weeks later they still haven't.
Daring, paranoid, satisfied. Some of the emotions that swirl and cloud my mind as I feel blood trickling along my skin. I feel drawn to it yet ashamed with myself for being so weak.'

I couldn't stop myself watching it and once it stopped bleeding I made another cut and did the same again adding yet another mark to the mess that was my arm. The cloth I found to wipe the blood away with was almost entirely red now and the smell of blood was becoming overpowering. I started to feel slightly lightheaded and I reached for the first aid kit I kept in my room to get some bandages and antiseptic wipes. Instinctively, I began to lick my wounds causing stinging pain to shoot through my arm, make me hiss in pain and the metallic taste of blood to fill my mouth. I guess that's just another trait of being the cat. I then wrapped the bandages around my arm and tied a knot, no longer needing the wipes. Then in the early hours of the morning, I could finally fall asleep. It was the same every night.