String Of Fate 3
Kyo Sohma X FReader
Soulmate AU
Words: 6,000+
Rating: Teen
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One month, that’s how long it had been since you moved to Japan.......it felt longer than that...
You and Kyo had kept to the agreement, pretending the other doesn’t exist.
It sucked.
You felt like you must have caught some sort of virus or something because you always felt like you had a chill even though it was pretty warm outside, and you just had no appetite. Your family had asked what was wrong multiple times, but you insisted that you were just trying to adjust to your new life.
It wasn’t a complete lie
And what’s worse is that you kept staring at the red string and slightly following it to Kyo’s pinkie. You couldn’t do this anymore. You felt like you could shatter at any moment.
I need space. Even catching a glance of him hurts.
You made a note to visit the main office at the end of the day, there was no way you were going to spend the rest of the school year in the same class as Kyo Sohma. You were barely able to pay attention in class, and your notes were a mess.
Unfortunately, everyone in the class could feel the tension would, and it made you feel worse, you didn’t want to bother people with your problems. You also didn’t want the embarrassment of having them know about you and Kyo.
“I’m home....”
“Welcome home, honey. Look what I picked up; there was a sale at the boutique.” Your mother shoved a bag of various pastel nail polish colours, you picked out a pretty orange colour and then put it back.
“Thank Mom...”
“Maybe we could paint our nails together?”
“Sure, I’m just really tired right now, I’m gonna lay down, maybe after dinner?” You excused yourself and disappeared into your small bedroom, not being heard from for the rest of the night.
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New day, same old, same old.
Kyo wasn’t feeling all that well, his body felt like it was being weighed down by stones and he couldn’t sleep. He was already known for being fun to tease, but his temper had shifted. Kyo had become slightly more aggressive, losing his temper over the smallest of things and had even had detention over snapping a broom in half.
Tohru watched her friends with worry, something had happened between the two, but they kept denying. (Y/N) insisted it was nothing while Kyo told her it was none of her business. That comment had caused Yuki to kick him clear across the room, but Kyo hadn’t backed down, perfectly happy to take out his frustration in a fight.
The kind girl felt at a loss with the orange-haired boy, the more she tried to help, the more he snapped. This divide had caused her to kind of remove herself from the situation but also spent more time (Y/N).
She introduced the new girl to Momiji and Hatsuharu, who were very welcoming to her, and they’d even spent a lot of lunches together. Unfortunately, this somehow led to a fight between Kyo and Hatsuharu and ‘black’ Haru came out. It was a mess, and it had made (Y/N) keep her distance from the Sohma family in general.
It was a shame because Tohru found (Y/N) to be a kind and outgoing girl who was open to all the new things Tohru and her friend showed her. She was so lovely and just had an overall kind energy, plus she was pretty funny. But something was wrong. Even Tohru could see her new friend had dropped the weight in the few weeks she had known her, and it caused her to worry.
“SO what’s carrot top’s issue anyway? Did you do something to piss him off?” Uo asked as the girls finished up lunch around Tohru’s desk. Uo was gesturing to the boy who was glaring daggers at them over the top of the comic book he was reading while Tohru was trying to share her lunch with (Y/N).
She insisted she had a big breakfast and said she wasn’t hungry.
In response to Uo’s question, which had been asked before, (Y/N) said she had never met Kyo before, and his attitude was just as much a shock to her that it was to them.
“Maybe I remind him of someone he hates.” (y/n) just shrugged as she sipped her water.
“I believe it might have to do with a strin-” Hana started to say but was interrupted by (Y/N).
“Anybody want anything from the vending machine?!?! Anything? Anything at all? My treat!” (Y/N) leapt up, and Tohru insisted she was fine while Uo and Hana told the new student what they wanted.
“Poor thing..” Hana muttered as the girls watched (Y/N) scurry out of the room.
“What do you mean, Hana-Chan?” Tohru asked, turning her attention to her friend.
“It’s not mine to tell... but she’s hurting. Fate is cruel, and her waves have become... empty and cold.” Tohru felt that Hana knew more than she was letting on but wasn’t sure if it was her place to ask. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that Hana’s wave reports were never false.
If Hana said that (y/n) was in pain, then Tohru felt there had to be something. Anything.
(Y/n) wasn’t the only one who needed help.
Tohru had noticed Kyo staring at (Y/N) these past weeks... The brunette had not been paying attention in class like she should and instead had spent her time looking back and forth between her new friend and Kyo. She noticed how Kyo would stare at her, but it... Tohru found it hard to explain, but there seemed to be a deep sadness in his eyes. But there was also longing, and then he would catch Tohru staring and glare before hiding his face.
Kyo was hurting too. But why?
“Hey! Kyon! You’re not being very subtle, stop acting like a kindergartner, if you have a crush or something, tell her rather than be a bully.” Uo scolded him, not impressed with how he was treating the newest girl to her crew.
“Wha- I Do not! Fuck off.” The boy snapped at the blonde girl, and to Uo, those were fighting words.
The two bickered back and forth, but Tohru didn’t intervene, she was trying to think of a plan. There just had to be some sort of misunderstanding. And she also had to make sure (y/n) ate something with her own eyes.
“Ah! I know!” Tohru clapped her hands, happy with her idea. It was simple, but she was sure it would help.
The door slid open, and there stood (Y/N) and Yuki with drinks from the vending machine in hand. (Y/N) stared at Uo and Kyo, who were still yelling at each other, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Soo... I’m not the only one he doesn’t get along with.” (Y/N) tried to joke as she strained a smile. Yuki shook his head at the comment and gave her his own smile, hoping to make the new student feel a little more comfortable.
“He’s an idiot (L/N)-San, like I said, just ignore him.” Yuki comforted (Y/N), he even laid a hand on her shoulder, and she tried to smile back.
Kyo’s orange eyes snapped to the two in the doorway and seeing the two together, so close just... he hated it.
“What did you say, ya damn rat!” Kyo yelled and approached the two, and his angry demeanour made (Y/N) hide slightly behind Yuki, clearly scared of Kyo and not wanting to have any more of his wrath on her.
There was only so much a person could take and (y/n) was at her tipping point.
This time, it was Kyo’s heart that felt like it cracked. He stared at her, she was looking at him, sorrow filled her eyes. She hadn’t looked like the first time she saw. No. Her eyes had been beaming with joy and hope, a smile on her face the first time she realized who he was.
Now.. Of course, she was looking at him differently. He had done nothing but snap at her and push her away, and he got what he wanted. (y/n) had been ignoring him and leaving him alone.
So why was he so pissed off?
He grabbed Yuki by his tie and pulled him forward. For some reason, he was more pissed off than usual.
“Stay away from her.” Kyo snarled at his rival. Yuki would never admit it, but this threat was different somehow, and he felt a small twinge of fear towards Kyo.
The orange-haired boy looked again at (Y/N), who now standing with the girls, that damn broken-hearted look in her eyes.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He pushed Yuki away and stormed off. He had enough. Kyo couldn’t look at that face anymore.
Kyo ran to the only one he felt would hear him out, taking off his shoes as he entered the Dojo.
Maybe Shishou could tell him what to do.
“Kyo, you’re here early. Half-day at school?” His father figure asked as moved some equipment around, Kyo quickly jumped in to take the stuff from his hands.
“Kind of.”
“We can spar before everyone shows up, are you up for it?”
“Sure...”
Kazuma tilted his head, Kyo was usually always so fired up for training, but he had noticed that something was off these past few weeks. His energy had fallen as if it been raining, but the skies were clear.
The orange-haired boy disappeared to the changing rooms, and Kazuma waited, all while wondering what was up with the boy.
It didn’t take long for the karate master to land a hit on Kyo, and since he wasn’t paying attention or kept himself grounded, he went flying into a wall, crashing into some training equipment.
“Kyo!” Kazuma rushed forward to check on him, not realizing that whatever was bothering had left him this bad.
“It hurts...”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
Surprisingly, the teenager clutched the fabric around his chest.
“I thought- I thought I was doing the right thing... but it hurts...and I..” Kyo looked at the red thread around his finger.
Was she hurting like this? He had been watching her and couldn’t but notice that it looked like she had lost weight, and her smile was beginning to dim.
Am I causing her more pain?
The karate master looked at Kyo’s eye line, and he was staring at fate’s string once more. Through the years, Kazuma had noticed Kyo looking at the string often when he was younger, they used to talk about it when he was a child. But as he got older, the topic made him angry and would often shut down when it was brought up. In fact, it had been years since Kazuma caught Kyo looked at his pinkie.
“Kyo? Is this about... Your soul mate?” Kazuma ventured.
Kyo gritted his teeth and nodded.
“So you found them?”
“.... I tried to do the right thing.” Kyo said so quietly that Kazuma barely caught it.
“Which was?”
“I pushed her away...” He admitted, and Kazuma knew Kyo well and envisioned that his adopted son had probably lost his temper on her or something of that likeness.
Kazuma let out a sigh and lightly grabbed the boy’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“Let’s talk over some tea.” He suggested and helped Kyo to his feet, and the boy mindlessly followed Kazuma to the kitchen space in the Dojo.
“Tell me about her?” Kazuma asked as he put on the kettle, which was still hot from someone previously using it.
The air was silent for a bit, the kettle softly whistling till Kazuma took it off the heat and poured the hot water into a pot.
Kyo didn’t speak till Kazuma joined him at the low table.
“I don’t know much...” Kyo admitted, feeling guilty that he knew so little, and yet you only sat a few desks away.
“Well tell me what you do know.”
“She’s annoying....”
Kazuma couldn’t help but chuckle because what else did he really expect from the boy.
“And?”
“She plays with her hair... always tucking it behind her ear and she has this silly cartoon bear on her backpack, plus she giggles at the teacher’s stupid cheesy jokes. And wears these stupidly cute strawberry earrings....” Kyo crossed his arms and started his rant. Kazuma had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from laughing.
“She got the Yankee into something called Doja Cat, and now they listen to music together...And in math, she’s always sticking her tongue out when working on a problem it’s super weird.” The teenager huffed.
“Sounds like you know her pretty well.” Kazuma pointed out as he poured Kyo a cup of tea and slid it over to him.
While they hadn’t spoken in the last month, that didn’t stop Kyo from keeping an eye on her. Tohru was friends with (y/n), which made it easier to learn about her. He knew that she lived with her mother and her parents that she liked strawberries and cream, and was excited to go try a karaoke room.
He knew that she was meant for him, even without looking at the string that connected them. Every time he looked at her, he could feel his heart leap, and the need to bury himself in her was always present, to completely lose himself in her eyes, her smile.
“She’s way too nice and sweet. All these perverted boys in class keep trying to talk to her and she’s too dense to realize that they’re hitting on her and it just kills me...” Kyo admitted, glaring at the steaming cup of tea,
“It kills you?”
“Yeah because when she finally figures out that they’re hitting on her, she’ll probably go out with one of the bastards and then-”
Kyo cut himself off as he really realized what could happen.
He envisioned a boy asking HIS soul mate out, them going on cute dates and holding hands and eventually, she would be far from his reach, in the arms of another man while thinking Kyo hated her.
No. No, no, no.
Kyo thought he was going to be sick, and it felt like the red string was not only straining around his finger but his throat, and it felt agonizingly tight.
It wasn’t fair, why give him a soul mate if he was cursed.
“Kyo?”
Fat tears ran down the boy’s face, but he was quick to cover his face with his hands, wishing he could run away and hide, but his father figure was quick to rush over and gave him a firm hug.
Kyo’s mind was utterly and thoroughly haunted by her. He wanted to know how she was doing, if she was happy in her new home if (y/n) would like to go on walks in the forest, stargaze on the roof, what kind of food did she like. He wanted nothing more than to know her and love her.
To be her’s. To love her and be loved.
But it was too late. Kyo had made his bed, and he was prepared to sleep in it. Right?
“I’m sure if you explained yourself a little. I’m certain she would let you into her life.”
“You’ll always be my troublesome son, I’m sure the universe gifted you with some who would love you through it all.”
“.. I’ve gotta go.”
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This day felt like it had on for eternity.
Even if he hated you, you worried about him. Where had he gone? Was he okay?
Kyo seemed to have quite the temper, and you only have seen him be a jerk, and your brain was telling you to stay as far away and not bother with him at all.
But your heart? Well, it was just a mess and wanted nothing more than to look at him and touch him and-
Get a hold of yourself... it’s not gonna happen.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you packed up your bag and was about to say goodbye to Tohru, but she stopped you from leaving.
“Umm (L/N)-Chan, would you like to come over for dinner?” The girl asked, a slightly nervous look on her face.
Maybe she’s shy about having friends over?
“I’ll text my Mom, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” you answered, maybe it would help you take your mind off of your red string and the boy at the other end.
“Oh, but first, I gotta stop by the principal’s office.” You mentioned, there was still one last thing that might help make this whole ‘rejected by your soul mate’ thing a little easier. And maybe it would make Kyo happy too.
Two birds’ one stone, I guess.
“Why?” She asked.
“I’m gonna ask to transfer classes-”
“What! No!” She cut you off.
“Tohru I can’t go to class like this, he...” You didn’t finish the sentence, but Tohru knew who you were thinking
I don’t want to make things hard for Kyo either...
“Just.. One more day, please?” She asked as she held her hands together in a prayer position, her large brown eyes staring you down.
“.....fine.” Luckily for Tohru, you were a sucker for puppy dog eyes.
Not that another day is going to make that much of a difference.....
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The walk was nice, but you were surprised to learn the Yuki was also walking with them; apparently, Tohru had started living with the Sohma’s due to some family... issues.
Soon they came to a beautiful traditional home, secluded deep in the forest.
Should I be worried?
“We’re home!” Tohru called out as she removed her shoes, and Yuki closed the front door behind them.
“Welcome home, you two. Oh and whose the cute girl? Yuki’s girlfriend.” An older handsome man wearing a kimono greeted you as you walked into the home.
“Our new classmate, please don’t be weird, Shigure.” Yuki commented and then turned to you.
“(L/n)-San, please don’t be afraid to tell me if Shigure acts out of line.” He insisted as he gave you one of his polite smiles, Shigure was very handsome, but every time he smiled, you found it a bit off-putting.
“Yukiii! Why are you so mean, you’re painting an awful picture of me.” The adult whined as he wiggled in his seat, and you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the strange behaviour.
“You’re doing a fine job yourself.” Yuki pointed out as he rolled his eyes.
You held a hand to the man to shake his hand, trying to maybe not be too judgmental. You were sure he was just an eccentric being.
He held your hand softly and laid a kiss on it.
“Always honoured to meet one of Yuki’s classmates, especially the pretty ones.” He ‘flirted’ and you laughed nervously.
You felt a strange sensation on your pinky and looked down to see it moving a bit.
“Huh?”
You heard a stomping sound throughout the house, and there was a rough opening of the porch sliding door.
Bright, saffron eyes stared into yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Kyo was here, and he moved his eyes down to where your hand was being held in Shigure’s.
“Get. Your Hands. Off of her.” He growled, and before Shigure could do as he was told, Kyo reached over and grabbed your forearm. You were ripped out of the man’s grasp and were dragging you out of the house and into the forest.... without your shoes.
“Wait, hold on!” You tried to stop him but he continued to drag you through the forest.
Did he hate you that much, that he was dragging you out of the house himself...
He didn’t say anything to your protests, and finally... you just couldn’t do it and dug your heels into the ground and ripped your arm out of his grasp.
“ENOUGH!!! I don’t want you to hate me... so I can switch school and you won’t have to see me anymore... I’ll leave you alone, I promise, but please... stop...” You didn’t want to avoid him but... if he was this adamant about not knowing you that he was skipping school... maybe this was the best thing you could do for him.
All you had ever wanted was a soul mate, to meet them and just... have someone genuinely need you. To have what your childhood friend had found. The love that your grandparents had. You were envious of them because...Now that you knew who your soul mate was and how against you he was... you honestly wished you could cut your hand off and let him be free of you.
Was I not worth loving?
“...Dammit.. Don’t cry..” He begged as he tried to figure out what to say next.
You kept bawling, despite his pleas not too until finally, he placed an awkward hand on top of your head, petting your head as he tried to put together a sentence.
“It’s.. It’s not that I hate you... I don’t... it’s just-- unfair to you to have me... as a soul mate.”
Your cries had turned to sniffles, which he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away and then you gave a few hiccups.
“Why?”
“I- My family.. It’s complicated.”
“How so?” You sniffled, the flow of tears getting slower.
He looked like there was so much he had to say, but he clenched his fist and turned to the side, glaring at the grass. It was easy to see that he was struggling with something. But you didn’t want him to turn you away. Not again.
“Please... I wanna know. I want to know you, more than anything. I’ve waited my whole life to meet you!” You tried to make him understand, and you reached out for his hand, and his beautiful orange eyes looked into yours.
Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Kyo had the softest look in his eyes, you wanted to spend the rest of your life learning about him and looking upon those bright eyes.
Then you remembered his reaction at first seeing you. How scared he was. A mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes. So maybe he really didn’t want you...
But... if he didn’t want to... then maybe you had to let go...
You released the hold on his hand, letting it slip out of your grasp, staring at the string on your pinkie. You had once looked at his with such hope. Now it seemed like a joke. Before your hand could fully slip from his, Kyo grabbed hold of you.
“Don’t.... freak out, okay?” He asked, and before you could answer him, he had wrapped his arms around you. Enveloping you in a comforting smell of freshly cut grass and something else you couldn’t quite place.
Home. That’s what it felt like. A place that you could always go to.
But it disappeared before you could blink, and you were surrounded in a mist of orange smoke and that arms that were holding you were gone.
Coughing a few times, you swatted at the smoke to make it dissipate while calling for Kyo.
“I’m down here....” You heard his voices and looked down. The clothes Kyo had been wearing were strewn on the ground and sitting on top of them was an orange cat, watching you with familiar eyes.
“...... hello?” You asked the cat, wondering where it had come from.
The cat let out an irritated sigh.
Wait? Can cats sigh?
“Do NOT freak out.” The cat spoke.... with Kyo’s voice.
A shrill scream filled the forest.
You immediately knelt down on the ground, partly from your legs giving way and the other you wanted to get a closer look.
“Ky--Kyo? Are you okay? I’m so sorry! What do I do? Do you need a doctor? I didn’t mean to!? I don’t know what - Are you alright? Are you hurt?” You were babbling and Kyo, the cat, hissed making you stop and then he took a breath.
He explained his family story, the cursed members of the family and the Chinese Zodiac and how they transformed when they embraced the opposite sex. There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but he kept it in.
“THIS is why... I shouldn’t have a soul mate. So if you wanna walk away, then I get it..” He was staring at the ground, his cat ears flattened to his head.
You were still trying to process all he had told you, but him looking so sad what was truly made your heart start to crack.
You reached out, and you picked him and held him close to your chest, gently hugging him as you didn’t want to harm his small body.
“I still don’t really understand... but I want to. I hope you don’t mind having me as a soul mate because... I know I don’t want to go another day without knowing you.” You told him, and you could have sworn you felt him purring, vibrating against your chest.
“Plus. I love cats!” You gushed as you held him out and smiled at him. He made a ‘tch’ sound and looked to the side, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush on his cat face.
You placed him down, and he did a little stretch.
“Sooo... how do you turn ba-” Before you could finish your question, there was a loud popping sound and orange smoke filled the area.
Standing before was Kyo back in his human form.... naked.
Your eyes raked over his chest, he clearly worked out... and your eyes travelled down.
“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO LOOK AWAY!” He yelled, his face red from embarrassment or anger, you weren’t sure.
“SORRY!” you’re entire face bloomed red and you finally scrambled to turn around and covered your face with your hands; you could hear your own heartbeat pulsing rapidly and prayed that your soul mate couldn’t hear it.
While Kyo changed back into his clothes, you tried to arrange your thoughts. You could now see why Kyo was apprehensive about meeting you.
A family curse that keeps him from being able to hug you. How cruel...You imagined that he was also scared of you rejecting him for his curse. You weren’t the only one who had feared rejection.
“Come on, pervert, let’s go back.” A small pat on your head brought you out your thoughts.
“I-! I’m not a pervert!” You defended yourself as you looked up at him, and he rolled his eyes and smirked at your glowing red face.
“Sure.”
“I’m not!” And he just laughed, and your heart skipped a beat. He held out his hand to you, you tried to glare at him for laughing at you, but you imagined it came out pretty weak. Your hand took hold of his, and he pulled up from the ground.
Is it silly to think about how perfect my hand fits in his?
The walk back to the house was pretty quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. When you made it back, Tohru was eagerly waiting on the porch and gave a big smile at your return.
“Oh? Kyo’s growing up so fast! His first girlfriend. I never knew you were into foreign girls, Kyo-Kyo.” Teased the dark-haired man you had been introduced to before but couldn’t remember his name.
Kyo stood in front of you, blocking your view. Or maybe he was blocking the man’s view of you.
“Keep your damn eyes away from her, shithead.” Kyo nearly growled, and then he turned to you.
“If he does anything, you let me know, and I’ll kick his ass.” He mentioned as if it was nothing, and you could hear the man whining about Kyo being cruel.
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Dinner had come and gone, it was surprising how easily the new friend just seemed to fit right in. Though Tohru made it easy to make the girl feel welcomed.
Kyo watched as the girl at the other end of his red string spoke excitedly with Tohru about the differences between her home and Japan while they drank tea.
“So you found her, huh?” Shigure asked quietly as he cooled himself off with a blue paper fan.
“It’s none of your business...”
“I’m happy for you.”
“Tch”
Kyo still had a lot to think about. (Y/N) just thought that him changing into the cat was the whole curse, but there was still a lot she didn’t know.
(Y/N) laughed at something Tohru said and then looked over at Kyo, smiling, and Kyo felt his heart skip a beat.
“Did you really crash through the roof of Tohru’s room?” She asked, and Kyo groaned.
“It was fine, though! No one got hurt!” Tohru insisted, now worrying that she had embarrassed Kyo in front of Y/N.
“Alright! Enough. We’re outta here.” Kyo grabbed the girl before anyone else could tell her embarrassing stories and led her out of the house.
She called out a goodbye to the household, thanking them for having her and thanking Tohru for the delicious dinner.
“I’m walking you home.” Kyo told you as he slipped on his shoes.
“I don’t want to trouble you or-”
“It’s gonna be dark soon, okay?! But don’t get used to it.” Kyo told you as he again took you by the hand and led you off.
“.... Do I even want to know?” Yuki asked as he let out a sigh, and Tohru just giggled.
“Oh! I think this means that (y/n)-San might stay in our class!” Tohru remembered what (y/n) had said earlier after school, but hopefully she had changed her mind.
“huh?”
“ah nothing.” Tohru waved her hands frantically as she hoped no one would ask her anything more.
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Kyo had let go of your hand when you excited the forested path, and you were slightly leading the way, neither one of you knew what to say, your relationship had taken a 180 in a matter of hours, and it still felt.... strange.
As you walked, you looked over and noticed something the empty red swing set.
“Oh can we? Please?” You were already dragging him over to the empty playground.
“The swings?” Kyo asked as he crossed his arms and watched as you excitedly sat down and smiled up at him.
“Yeah, Just for a bit, please?” You asked, and Kyo rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was having some sort of internal argument before he let out a puff of air and sat down on the swing beside you.
You pushed yourself off and started swinging back and forth.
When you looked over, you noticed that Kyo was barely moving, just watching you.
“Aw come on. You’ve been on the swings before, right?” You asked as you whizzed past him on the swing.
He just kind of scoffed and looked down, muttering something that you couldn’t quite catch.
You jumped from the swing when it was mid-air and made your way behind Kyo.
“What- What the hell are you doing?” Kyo panicked as you put your hands on his back.
“Just giving you a little push.” You promised and did just as you gently pushed him forward before stepping out the way.
“And you pump your legs to keep it going.” You instructed.
“I- I know how to swing!” Kyo yelled as he awkwardly and little off time swung his legs back and forth to make him go higher. He kind of looked like an angry child as he concentrated on the act at hand, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing to watch as he tried to find a rhythm.
You only smiled and got back onto your own swing, pushing yourself off and enjoying the small rush of the wind flowing your hair back and forth.
Soon you and Kyo were in perfect rhythm as you two enjoyed the swing set.
“Have you ever jumped off a swing?” You asked, remembering a little game you and your friend back home used to play.
“That move you pulled earlier?”
“Yeah. Wanna try?” You asked but be stayed quiet.
“Come on, we’ll make it interesting!” You tried to bait him.
“How so?”
“How about, whoever lands the farthest...... the loser has to buy them something from the vending machine at school tomorrow?” You proposed, and you could see something in his eyes come alive.
“Your on.” Kyo smirked, his competitive side coming out, and you felt a jolt go up your spine.
“Okay... one” You two swung, both smiling in anticipation.
“Two....”
“Three!” And you and Kyo let go of the swings and pushing yourselves forward, hoping to make a somewhat soft landing.
“OOf.” You landed on your feet and then fell back onto the woodchips.
Kyo had also fallen back, but his feet landed a bit ahead of you.
“Huh... I thought cats always landed on their feet.” You couldn’t help it, and he glared back at you.
“Ha Ha, very funny. I won. You owe me a drink.” Kyo said as he got off and dusted himself off.
“Boo, fine.” You accepted defeat, and a hand with a red string attached to the pinkie reached out to you.
“Come on, it’s dark out already.” Kyo asked as he helped you up and held your hand the rest of the way, a comfortable silence falling between you two.
It didn’t take long to walk to where you’re home was, Kyo walked you right to the door of your Grandparent’s apartment.
You fidgeted with your keys as you told him goodbye, nervously tucking a peice of loose hair bhind your ear. A part of you worried that this was all a dream and you would wake up and Kyo would still be glaring at you in class. You thankied him for walking you home and telling Kyo that you’d see him tomorrow and buy him that drink you owed him.
As Kyo looked down at your form, he couldn’t stop the feeling of butterflies flying around in his stomach as he looked from your bright eyes to your lips. He took a deep breath, hoping this wasn’t a mistake.
“Maybe we could have lun-” Kyo cut you off, his hand cradling your face and turning your head up as he leaned in, his lips crashing into yours. Once you realized what was going on, you leaned into him, careful to not make him transform but gripping the front of his shirt as your lips melded with his.
Kyo couldn’t think straight. Everything became hazy, and the only thing in focus was him and you. And Kyo realized that you were the only person that he wanted to kiss for the rest of his life. You were a gift. Kyo wanted to laugh and cry. He felt so lucky he had found, or you had found him, but he was also terrified of losing you.
He wanted forever with you.
When you two parted, you couldn’t help but whisper out a small ‘wow’ and that you were sure that Kyo didn’t hear... but he did and laughed while scratching the back of his neck, a small blush on his cheeks that matched yours. Neither wanted to make the first move to leave, finding warmth in the other presence.
“Night.” Kyo finally gave in as he heard the night crickets and realized how late it had gotten.
“Goodnight, Kyo.” You smiled up at him, and he leaned down again, giving a quick kiss before finally leaving.
You opened your apartment door and as you closed it behind you leant back, holding your bag to your chest as you let out a small squeal. You felt as if you were floating, and the only thing keeping you from flying into the atmosphere was the red string connecting you to the handsome orange-haired boy who had given you your first kiss.
You just looked forward to all the days to come. Even if your soul mate had ‘complications,’ you looked forward to every day you would get with him.
“Welcome home, honey.”
“Hey Mom, can we paint our nails tonight?” You asked, unable to erase the giant smile from your face as you thought of the tangerine orange nail colour that you wanted to get your hands on.
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Kyo had gotten straight to the roof when he had gotten home, looking up at the stars, his heart still hammering in his chest, and his cheeks were starting to hurt from the smile on his face.
The cursed boy knew he would have to put up a fight against his family to make this work, but he felt like a new fire had been lit, and he realized just how much he could miss out on, and he didn’t want to miss out on this chance.
He had grown up glaring at the red string around his pinkie that was on the same hand of his prayer beads as if it was mocking him. But now when he looked at all, he was your face, and it was beautiful, a warm feeling blooming from his chest at the very thought of you and your smile
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“...... What the hell.” Uo spoke as she watched (y/n) and Kyo at the vending machine, joking around and smiling as (y/n) put her money in and let Kyo pick something out, they were also standing awfully close.
“Do you know what’s going? Did Kyo finally confess or something.” Uo asked Tohru, who was watching with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh I don’t know! I think it was all just a misunderstanding.” Tohru insisted, pure joy filling through her as she watched her two friends. Yesterday the two seemed so burdened but now they looked like they had little to no care in the world as they walked side by side, their pinkies lightly touching before shyly interlocking.
A silent promise made between two fated souls.
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(i’m so) heavy in your arms - pt 1
pairing: kyoru, kyo x tohru
fandom: fruits basket
rating: T (for now)
Summary: kyo is condemned to a cursed fate. and sometimes his heart is too heavy for tohru to carry on her own.
OR
// “... I said I loved you, Kyo kun, don't disrespect me by assuming my words mean so little.” //
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A/N: i really wanted to write this for @kyoruweekofficial in October (prompt: hands) but I moved to a different country and I'm not very good at multi tasking, so yea, this is my nanowrimo project and now it has suddenly grown into multiple chapters. chap 1 will be an emotional (and somewhat different) rewrite of a familiar scene so please bear with me. <3
...
I was a heavy heart to carry,
My beloved was weighed down.
... My arms around his neck,
My fingers laced to crown.
I was a heavy heart to carry...
My feet dragged across the ground.
And he took me to the river,
Where he slowly let me drown.
- Florence + The Machine, Heavy in your Arms
“... forgive or don’t forgive; are those my only two options?”
Kyo blinks, tears threatening to escape the corners of his eyes. His memories recount a harsh picture in his mind - a broken body lying on the street in a pool of blood. He could call her delusional all he wants, but it’s largely directed at himself, the memory of his weakness mercilessly reminding him that he was always headed for this moment.
... A simple sentence - a condemnation - that never really stopped playing in his head.
I won’t forgive you.
“... My mother would have never said that.”
Her voice jars him out of the familiar cloud of despondency that had begun to creep up on him.
“Did you think just because you brought up my mother, my feelings would change?” Her voice is shaky, tears and anger and emotion… and the incomparable feeling of opening a tightly shut lid. “Don’t you dare compare this with my love for my mother. I will always have a special place for my mother in my heart… but I can disagree with her if I need to.”
She looks at him fiercely, hair wet and sticking to her face along the tear tracks that are slowly drying. “... I said I loved you, Kyo kun, don't disrespect me by assuming my words mean so little.”
...
“Ï don’t understand,” he starts, watching her disappear down the stairs - he briefly wonders why he doesn’t run after her, he should - and then turning to look at the orange-haired boy whose regret-filled eyes haven’t lifted from the ground. “Every single day I watch you make eyes at her like she’s the only thing that matters to you, and today, when miraculously she tells you she feels the same way, your approach is to call her delusional?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“... This isn’t about you, you stupid rat. Just leave me the fuck alone.”
“... Isn’t about me, huh?”
“Then maybe, I can just find Honda-san and offer my shoulder for her to cry on.” Yuki’s eyes narrow, searching Kyo’s hunched form for a reaction. “... Help her find the comfort she’s looking for in my arms.”
He sees the twitch in Kyo’s arms, his hands involuntarily balling up into fists.
“Or better yet,” he flings, knowing fully well that he’s playing dirty at this point, “maybe I can call Momiji over. He’ll be happy to cheer her up and take advantage of your… disinterest.”
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Kyo growls, eyes flashing. He doesn’t need Yuki to taunt him with the prospect of someone else taking their place by her side, it’s a cruel pastime of his own mind. Someone better. “... It doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s better off that way after all,” -
“This is what I’m talking about,” he gestures referring to Kyo’s agitated state, fists balled and aggressive, teeth bared, “you can’t stand the thought of her with someone else, and yet you pretend like you’re some saint ready to give up everything. For what?!”
“Do you think torturing yourself to be devoid of her will magically break this curse?”
Kyo is silent, his expression unreadable and it only irritates Yuki even further.
When it dawns on him, Yuki does little to hide his disgust. “Oh? You’ve given up?”
“... I don’t care how you choose to satisfy your own masochism,” he snarls, “but how dare you entangle Honda-san into your own convoluted web of deceit? As expected of the cat” -
“Exactly!” Kyo cries, hands in his hair, eyes desperate, “... how can I expect her to be with me when this body, this curse, is my reality? Surely you agree she deserves better,” -
“That... is for her to decide,” he says softly, “You have no right to tell her whom she can or cannot love.”
…
Her legs carry her across familiar paths, stairs, street crossing and bridges across streams. Her brain, in the meantime, does its best to catch up with the thunderous beating of her heart. It’s when she reaches a busy crossing that her body gives, heavy sobs racking her tiny frame, hunched over a railing, heaving for breath.
The strength with which she’d faced Kyo just a few moments ago seemed like a distant stranger. She’d known the anxiety her decision to confess had brought her, but she’d never realized that her simple words could weigh so heavily on her heart, crushing her slowly, painstakingly over all these months of silent feeling. And now that those words have left her, she is bereft, weightless… empty.
Tohru had worked hard to ration her hope, trimming her daydreams into affordable snippets of a possible future; her and Kyo engaging in mundane house activities together, doing well to gloss over the bits where her mind tried to be more vivid - the insouciant touches of his hand while they cooked in the kitchen, the casual way he held it when they’d walk home from the store.
But they were dreams, and however miserly they were, they still stung.
Because she’d left the house and ran, unable to stay rooted in that spot, in front of the man whom she’d bared her heart to and been told she was but a fool.
She chastizes herself for not sparing a thought for Shigure who’d taken her in, or Yuki whose kindness she takes for granted... for leaving without a word. What about lunch? What about the house chores?
How would she explain herself? And most of all, what would she say to -
“... Tohru,” a voice interrupts her frantic thoughts as she teeters on the edge of a panic attack. “Here, I brought you some water.”
She accepts the bottle gratefully from her dark-haired friend. “Hana-chan,” she breathes, ‘how did you know I was here?’ she wants to ask, but the words don’t come out, they stay lodged within her throat along with the painful lump that has only been growing ever since she saw the look of disgust form on Kyo’s face.
I’ve been so selfish.
“Hana-chan,” she starts again, only this time it’s a panicked half-whisper, desperation seeping through her lips as she clutches onto her friend’s sleeve. She wants to tell her but these feelings choke on the unfiltered tears that stream across her cheeks, and into her lips, messy and wet, creating splotches on her clothes until Hanajima attempts to dab at them, murmuring, “... Deep breaths, Tohru-kun.”
She clutches Hanajima’s proffered hands, obediently breathing in and out, until the third one brings her a momentary clarity and a splitting ache in her head that mirrors a deeper one in her chest. “I’m alright, Hana-chan,” she says, taking in her friend’s creased brows, her quiet concern doing its best to give Tohru her space.
It’s always been like this, she thinks, a nostalgic bitterness creeping into her, of memories of a younger Tohru grasping at straws to keep the attention of her mother. Burdening… Always burdening.
Selfishly thrusting these greedy feelings onto people and calling it love.
“S-sorry,” she whispers, wiping away at her bleary eyes, a weak smile lifting the corners of her lips, “I’ve been rejected… that’s all.”
~tbc~
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