Kyoya's Secret Kitten

Chapter 9

(A/N): Just a little forewarning, this chapter talks about abuse. If this is something that is a trigger for you, please skip paragraphs 7-29.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun had long since set and everything was illuminated by moonlight. I turned to look at the clock on the side table. It read 12:32. I stretched, waking myself up the rest of the way, and looked at Yuki. She hadn't seemed to move much and I was a little disappointed. I stood up, picking up the book that had fallen on the floor and placed it in the seat of my chair. I silently went to Yuki's bedside, and gently sat on the edge of the bed. The moonlight streamed in through the window and I noticed a loose strand of hair had fallen across her face. I gently brushed it away and let the moonlight illuminate her whole face.

"She is beautiful." I thought to myself. I admired her sleeping form for a minute before I realized what I had been thinking. "She is beautiful." I whispered aloud to myself. In that moment, I realized that I would do anything for this girl. I would do anything to keep her safe and happy, to see her smile or hear her laugh. At that moment, I was able to piece together my feelings and emotions into one, clear conclusion. "I love you." I spoke the words aloud and just saying them made my heart soar. As I smiled ridiculously and stared at the sleeping girl, I noticed that my glasses were filthy, so I went to the adjoining bathroom to wash them. Just as I was finishing up I heard Yuki begin to stir. I ran from the bathroom, hoping to see her beautiful eyes staring back at me, but instead, I saw her thrashing about. She was flailing her arm and kicking at some unknown attacker, and I wondered how many times she had been forced to fend off and attacker like this. After turning on the light, I ran to the bed and scooped her up, pressing her to me tightly. I didn't care if she hit or kicked me, I didn't care if I was hurt. Right now, she was the one hurting, and I couldn't let that continue. "Shhhh. It's okay Yuki." I spoke softly, trying not to startle her awake. "It's okay, you're safe with me. No one is going to hurt you." Her motions began to slow. "Wake up Yuki, it was just a bad dream." She stopped and for a moment, she was completely still. Then I felt a wetness on my chest and I could feel her silently crying. "Shhhh. You're safe here. It's okay." I soothed, holding her close to me. She pushed against my chest and I let her sit up.

Yuki's POV

I looked up and saw Kyoya's face. He looked so sweet and caring it almost melted my heart. I didn't recognize anything around me and I began to feel afraid. "Where am I? How did I get here?" I questioned, worried about the answer. Kyoya smiled sweetly and began to stroke my head.

"This is my home," He explained calmly. "It wasn't safe at your apartment so I brought you here to stay for a while." I sighed with relief and laid my head back on Kyoya's chest. He felt like home, like safety and warmth. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I froze at the question. My nightmare hadn't been new, I'd had the same one for many years, but I had never told another soul. I stopped for a minute to consider my answer.

"I'm afraid that if I tell you, it'll make me have the same dream again." I admitted into his chest. Why was he being so nice to me? I must have woken him up out of a sound sleep, he should be mad.

"I promise that if that happens, I'll stay here with you all night." I looked up in shock, my cheeks turning a light shade of pink. A night in a room alone with Kyoya? Even if nothing happened the idea was almost too much for me to take. "Don't worry," Kyoya chuckled, brushing some hair back behind my ear. "Nothing will happen, not unless you say you want it." He winked at me mischievously and I could feel my cheeks grow hotter. Was he actually flirting with me right now?

(7)"Okay. I'll tell you"  I blurted out before I thought it through. Anything to keep from embarrassing myself anymore than I had. Kyoya laid back on the bed as I sat back on my legs. This was going to be hard. "The dream starts in a long dark hallway. I'm walking alone and the further I walk the darker it gets. Suddenly there's a man in front of me claiming to be an associate of my fathers and that he's been sent to retrieve me. I follow him to a parked car and climb inside." I pause for a minute to collect myself. Kyoya seemed to sense my struggle and sat upright, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and I regain my composure. "When the car stops, I'm lead into a building that I don't recognize and brought before a group of men. Then-" I could fell the tears filling my eyes and I almost choked on the words. "Then they all beat me, laughing at me and disrespecting my father, and throw my body into the street and leave me for dead." I could feel Kyoya's body tense up, but that wasn't the end. "Then my father shows up and beats me even more." I half shout as the tears flow freely. Kyoya once again wraps me in his embrace and, although I am still upset, I know that no one can hurt me here.