Faithless (Fruits Basket fanfiction)

Faithless (chapter 5)

Don't die on me! (geez-a-lou...readers keep saying that to me! Not just this story, either!)

Before I copy and paste this short chapter in, I have a funny story...

See, sometimes (I don't know if I mention their H.S. in this story or not...) I will put Tohru's, Arisa's, Saki's and the Sohma's high school in a fanfiction. The drawback? I never know the name of their H.S. when I do so. So then today, I was rereading the first few volumes - I have no clue why, I'm just in a Furuba mood today! - and then I read volume 3. At least...I think it was 3...it was either 3 or 4.

AND GUESS WHAT IS MENTIONED IN THE PICTURES SURROUNDING NATSUKI TAKAYA'S INTERVIEW AT THE END OF THE BOOK?!?!?! Yeah. There's the name. I...forgot what it was again, and I don't feel like going back upstairs to my room to get the book...

So, now that my pointless flashback is over...

I do not own Fruits Basket and...ON TO THE STORY!

Suddenly, I felt a hard shove. Kyo pushed me into the closet. I grimaced as I was shut in. Who was that entering the room? Me and my curiosity…

"Kyo, I trust you're doing well?" a familiar voice said. My breathing changed from rough to momentarily nonexistent.

"What do you want, Akito?" Kyo asked angrily.

"Oh, nothing…" Akito replied. "Well, there is one thing –"

"Then it's not nothing," snarled Kyo.

"If you'd let me finish…" I could imagine Kyo rolling his eyes right there. He looked so cute – wait, Yuki doesn't like to be called cute; does Kyo feel the same? But still, he looked so attractive whenever he did that. Well, he looked attractive when he did almost anything.

Clearing my thoughts, I made sure to pay attention to what the head of the Sohma family was saying. Akito paced around the room for a minute.

"Are you going to say something, or are you just going to pace around my room until morning comes?" the orange-haired teenager muttered.

Akito breathed deeply. "There have been rumors going around that say Tohru's been 'messing around' with Yuki. Knowing how bad she is, I thought I'd come and get you to corroborate on that." I raised my hands to my mouth. He thought I'd been hooking up with Yuki? Who told him those lies?

A thud came from beyond the door. I peeked through a crack in the door and saw Kyo trapping Akito against the wall.

"Don't you ever say that crap about her again," he ordered.

"Why should I? Oh, you still have feelings for her, don't you?" Akito laughed softly. "You worthless bastard. Do you think that she'll return them?"

Anger swelled up inside me. For the first time, I actually felt like lashing out at him – I felt like hurting him.

Kyo didn't respond. Does he really have feelings for me? Is that why he kissed me?

"Hmph," grunted Akito. "I knew it. Now she does, too." I heard footsteps near the closet door. Akito thrust it open and revealed my place of hiding. He grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the closet and slammed me against the floor. "You whore."

"Don't talk about her that way," Kyo growled.

"No, Kyo, it's quite all right," I said.

"It's not, Tohru. Don't you get it? When people hurt you, it's not all right, okay? I go through hell when I see you getting hurt by people…people like Akito."

"I'm right here – and flattery will get you nowhere, Kyo," Akito said coldly.

I stood up and leaned on Kyo's shoulder. "Get out," I spat. Almost simultaneously, all of our jaws dropped. Even I was surprised by my outburst.

The 'God' hissed at the two of us and stormed out. This left the two of us alone again. We stared at each other for a moment before I spoke again.

"What was he talking about before?" I asked.

"It was nothing. Don't worry about it."

"I mean it; he said something about feelings."

"Just let it go, Tohru."

I glanced down at the ground before heading for the door. "Okay," I mumbled, reaching for the handle to slide the door open.

That didn't go so well. Why am I such an idiot? Why did I let myself get carried away, thinking that he felt the same as I did now?

Just as I exited Kyo's room, I bumped into something – or rather, someone.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as I looked up at the person I'd collided with. My eyes widened.

Oh, no. That is definitely not good.

Copy: check. Paste: check. Final comment: I just love making semi-shocking cliffhangers. They're fun to write. :) Final comment: check.

R/R/KR!! : check.

-Pamela