The Sohma Litters *a Traditions Sequel*

::Once again, I appologize to those who have spent the time it takes to read this far into the realm I have given to the Sohma family. I have left you hanging and I am very sorry. Take comfort in my vow that I [almost] never leave a story unfinished. Bakaden, I have worked on that Kitten story, by the way. And I shall come to the conclusion of this one eventually. But life keeps me busy. I had a major project to finish, and it just kept getting bigger. I refuse to stunt the growth of my babies, either. So, it needed my TLC and I had to obey the call. Now, on with the mayhem. THis is a little sappy in the end, I think it was an off shoot of my other story, sorry.:::

Disclaimer: These guys aren\'t mine, and I get nothing for this but some ego boost. I\'ll take that though.


Chapter Twenty-five: Where have you been? I couldn\'t see you.


Kyo\'s POV

Days became weeks. I was still taking a full load at school, my fifth year, and one of my professors got me some work with the local hospital. I still had some responsibility to the bakery, but couldn\'t spend much time there. Yuki had learned to negotiate the apartment, and do most of those simple things we all do, and take for granted. Things like eating with chopsticks and actually getting the food into your own mouth, wearing matching shoes and socks, brushing your teeth, and a few other domestic achievements. I had hired a personal therapist, and it was much better than the woman the hospital had suggested, especially when Yuki tripped over the end of the couch and landed right in Hinoto\'s arms. The man simply stood him up and asked him where he thought he had gone wrong. Not how he had transformed into a rat, like the woman would have.

Hana was confirmed to be carrying a child and the boys were excited that they would soon have another little brother or their first little sister. I began transforming the storage room into a nursery for the baby and preparing as best I could.
I missed Yuki.
He was here, but yet it was different. He seemed so far away, and he wouldn\'t talk to me about it.
Yuki had lost interest in so many things, and I watched him go from the man I loved to the puppet he was becoming. Moving through life without purpose and following us when we led. It made my heart sick to watch.
His only hobby is his garden and even that is beginning to show signs of neglect.

Yuki\'s POV

Sitting in my garden no longer holds my attention like before. My hands grip at the soil I have just turned, it is moist and smells of mulch and decay. I remember that I turned this area under when I had cleared it in the early summer. A sound assailed my ears as leaves are crushed under small feet. A soft \'mew\', and Momen rubs against my leg. I reach out to touch her; she is soft, warm and fat. I caress her sides and lift her. I have a feeling that my cat may be pregnant again. I pull her onto my lap and rub at her fur with my clean hand. I can\'t see it, but I am sure that she would not appreciate the dark soil being rubbed into her pure white coat. The soft scrape of her tongue on her coat tells me that she feels even this much contact has soiled her precious self.
I toss a hand full of dirt her way, and she jumped away. I know the way she would be looking at me, a haughty \"how dare you?\" look on her chubby cat face. I know this look well; I\'ve seen it on Kyo a dozen times. But with him I have only to bat my eyelashes and smile and it is replaced by that sensuous smirk he wears. I miss the looks he gave me, and wonder how long before he will see me through my blindness.
Kyo is being very careful of me, and it makes me feel like an invalid. He hasn\'t touched me since before the operation. It was glorious that day, but it won\'t last forever, and I want more from him. It has been two months, and I can\'t take any more.
How can I be Yuki, if he has stopped being my Kyo? I resolve to change that tonight. I have a plan.

Kyo\'s POV


I came home from the hospital and dropped my bag on the table in the hall. The lights were out and there was no sign of Dan. He was the babysitter for the day, and was usually still here unless the boys were asleep and Yuki didn\'t need anything. So, I assumed that I was alone tonight.
I went to the kitchen and flicked on the switch. Nothing happened. I flicked it up and down a few times and still nothing. This was strange. The light in the kitchen had four bulbs, so they were not likely to all be out at the same time. I sighed and decided to check the box in the morning. I headed for the living room and groped for the switch to the lights there. Once again nothing.
Now, I know this is too coincidental. So, I called out.
\"Yuki?\" no answer. \"Yuki are you up? What\'s with the lights?\"
\"Is there something wrong with the lights, Kyo? I hadn\'t noticed,\" Yuki answered from the area of the couch. I made my way to him, bumping the table as I passed.
\"Ouch. Yes, Yuki-koi, the lights are not working. Did you have something to do with that?\"
\"Maybe. I have something to tell you. And I wanted you to hear it in the dark. Are you listening?\" I narrowed my eyes and caught the faint edges of Yuki in the light of the moon filtering through the large patio doors. He was just sitting there, but something about his face made me gasp. I saw purpose. I think I was a little afraid of that purpose, but I was excited that it was there.
\"I am listening, my love. What do you want to tell me?\" Yuki\'s hand shot out and grabbed at my arm, and pulled me to my knees in front of him. I hit the floor hard and felt the pain from my knees run up my legs. The grip of Yuki\'s hand cut into my forearm and I had to grit my teeth not to wince.
\"I am blind.\" Yuki stated.
\"I know that. I\'m not stupid, you know?\" I defended. Yuki pulled me closer with the death grip on my arm.
\"Shut up, Baca. I said \'I am blind’ But Kyo, I\'m not crippled, or paralyzed, or dead. And I have needs.\" I was being pulled right up to him, and as we came close enough to feel the heat off of each other\'s skin, his words cut into me.
\"Nani?\" I asked.
\"I have needs, Neko. You promised never to say no. Now, I need you. What are you going to do about it?\" The words came out and I could feel them brush across my face. The blood that was pumped out of my heart went straight to my groin. I was ashamed of myself for a moment, thinking of doing that to a blind man, when I realized what I had just thought. He was blind, and yet I was the one who couldn\'t see. I was denying myself, but in the same thoughtless way I had denied him. His hand released me and that was my queue to wrap my rat in my arms and proceed to kiss the stuffing’s out of him. Yuki responded readily and soon he was moaning in my mouth as our lips and tongues met and danced to the song of our love.
\"So, you want to do it in the dark, huh?\" I asked, my hands tracing the contours of his face as he groped at my chest. I didn\'t have to see his smile, I could sense it. I pulled him down onto my lap, straddling my legs and pushing my over stimulated organ into his bottom.
\"Mmmm, it seems only fair, tonight. Do you have a problem with that?\" he asked.
\"Not in the least. I could make love to you blindfolded and tied to the bed. Would you like to do that next?\" and Yuki laughed for the first time in months.
\"Rain check, okay?\" he said as he began the job of unbuttoning the front of my shirt and sucking the sweat off of my neck. I leaned back as his lips curled around my jugular and pulled it into his mouth. The heat from his tongue scorched me and when he sunk his teeth into my flesh, I called out without thinking.
\"Ahh, Koi! My only love!\"
Yuki smiled against my flesh and moved down my collar. I took this opportunity to peel him out of the soft tunic he wore only to find that it was all my lover had on. I was far too overdressed tonight and once he was shed of this encumbrance I worked myself out of my own coverings.
Yuki was soft in my hands, and I touched every part of him. The darkness enhanced the feel of him and when I couldn\'t see his face, I resorted to using my sense of smell to clue me in to his mood. Yuki was sweating now, and I could feel the movement of his need against the muscles of my stomach.
\"Kyo, I want you,\" he said, the throaty sound of his voice filling my head with wild erotic ideas. I wanted him, too.
I slid my hands down the soft curves of Yuki\'s hips and lifted him off my lap. Yuki pulled himself closer to my chest as I slid him down once more. Yuki moved a hand behind him and wrapped it around my weeping member, aiming it firmly toward his descending anus, and guiding me directly into him. The pre cum leaking out of the tip the only lubrication as he melted around me. I flexed gently upward as Yuki gritted his teeth and relaxed around me. It was pure heaven and the friction would drive me mad, as Yuki rose on his knees and moved up and down on my heated flesh. I was trapped under him against the table and I pushed my face into his chest breathing in his scent as he urged me on to ecstasy.
It was far too fast and over too soon, but we had once more found each other and that was what mattered.
Soon enough we had collapsed against the sofa and could concentrate on controlling our breathing. Then, we could go to bed and hold onto each other far into the night. I would never loose my Yuki again. Now, that I could see him again.