White Reflection
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Fruits Basket › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,871
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Fruits Basket, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Dragonblade: The first of like, 4 fucking updates! YuukiSan and I spent like 5 hours writting our fics and I finished this story, so I\'m going to type them all out and update them all today. I must warn you though, we started writting around 1am and finaly stopped around 6am, so some stuff might be kind of off the wall.
Kurai: Yes, and the bronchi thing, I actually made that comment and YuukiSan bugged me to put it in. In the episode when Haru asks Yuki if it\'s his bronchi and explains him having a bronchi attack, I went on this tangent/rant thing, it was hilarious.
By the way, if you\'re wondering why YuukiSan and I are always together, we live together ...NOT LIKE THAT! We both live in residence and her floor mates are loud and annoying so she is up here. *Dies laughing* I accidentally just wrote \"annoying she she\" and YuukiSan just started screaming \"He\'s a she she, she\'s a he he!\" You can tell we\'re not running on a whole hell of a lot of sleep.
Note to self: Do not yell at medication while YuukiSan has pop in her mouth, we do not want to tempt her spray radius. And secondly, do not leave bags of chips on the floor, Yuuki WILL step on them.
Spit take! Don\'t ask ...
Dragonblade: *staring at her hikari in horror* Yes ...we are removing all sugar and caffeinated drinks from your whereabouts ...you better just read the story before she starts ranting again.
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Chapter 3
“L-O-V-E M-E Yuki!” His fan club sang.
He cringed at the familiar tune.
A poor freshman had been caught trying to pass him a letter in the empty hallway. She panicked when the three other females surrounded her.
“We are Prince Yuki’s fan club and we cannot allow you to harass him!”
“Harass!?” The small freshman gasped.
Yuki sighed mentally; they could be there for a while.
He was right.
Arriving ten minutes late to the school council meeting, he received glares and confused glances from the other members.
He cleared his throat and moved to the front of the room, apologizing for being so late.
Tohru hummed happily as she finished cleaning at her part time job. This night she was able to leave relatively early because of Momiji’s power over his father. The blond usagi had begged his father to let her leave early, commenting on how good of a worker she was and how she desperately tried to keep up with her schoolwork …and so on.
Tohru was allowed to leave shortly after.
The night was relatively cool, but with a light sweater on it was quite comfortable.
She watched the stars as which were occasionally blocked by a thin grey cloud. Familiar constellations appeared through breaks in the trees and Tohru mentally pointed them out to herself.
“Pretty,” she quietly whispered.
Yuki rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands; the meeting went for an unusually long amount of time. He was utterly drained; the meeting had gone completely downhill from his late entrance onward.
The quiet walk home was relaxing; the gentle breeze and the soft illumination from the moon overhead calmed him immensely.
When he entered the clearing around their house he noticed Tohru standing on the porch.
He heard her soft laugh as Kyou stepped out onto the porch with her.
He was about to step forward and alert them to his presence when Kyou pulled Tohru towards him and kissed her quite roughly.
Yuki clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from crying out. The two had been decent enough not to be too affectionate around him, both knowing that Yuki still harbored feelings for the onigiri. But now they didn’t know he was there, and Yuki couldn’t move of his own free will.
Tohru broke away and laughed, it wasn’t mocking laughter, more of a comforted laugh.
Their muffled voices were all that reached Yuki’s ears, their words lost along the way.
Tohru grabbed the collar of Kyou’s sweater and pulled him down to her. She tugged gently on his bottom lip, his eyes flashed and he tilted his head down and kissed her again. His hands slid around her waist to rest on her rear. He slowly pulled up her short blue school skirt until her white cotton panties were revealed to shocked violet eyes.
Kyou’s hand dipped between her pale thighs; Yuki’s eyes widened even more, his face taking on a pink hue – unbelieving what he was standing there watching.
Tohru jumped, swatting playfully at Kyou’s adventurous hands.
He held his hands up in defense, laughing. He bent back down, his face burying in her neck. She laughed again, tilting her head back to allow Kyou better access.
Kyou pulled away, Tohru’s hand going up to her neck. Kyou took her opposite hand and led her into the house.
Yuki stood frozen, he hand still over his mouth.
He didn’t need to see that, he wasn’t supposed to see that.
He …he …no, he wasn’t supposed to see that.
He knew she was lost to him, but seeing them intimate just enforced that shattering fact.
Tears trickled from his deep violet eyes.
He needed someone, anyone …Haru.
No.
He needed to be alone.
Yuki rubbed his eyes roughly; he shouldered his bag higher, put on a fake smile and went into the house.
“I’m home!” He called, making sure his voice didn’t crack.
“Welcome back!” Tohru greeted, stepping from the living room.
Her one hand was still within the room, most likely entwined with Kyou’s.
“Why is Yuki-kun so late?” Shigure asked, poking his head out of the study.
“The meeting went late, and some of the girls had to walk home so I went with them to make sure they would make it alright,” he explained.
Tohru clasped her hands together, her one finally freed from her lovers grasp, “Sohma-kun is such a gentleman!”
Admiration and pure love shone in her eyes, but it was the love of a friend.
Yuki smiled, happy, yet crushed by the light in her eyes directed towards him. A light of admiration, not love …her love was only reserved for Kyou.
“I’m tired, I’m going to bed now,” Yuki said.
Tohru’s smile faded, “Is Yuki-kun feeling alright?”
Ever since Tohru witnessed one of his asthma attacks [1] she would fret over him at the first sign of any illness, whether it was there or not.
Yuki smiled fondly, Tohru was extremely cute when she was worried, “I’m fine, I’m just tied, and it’s been a long day.”
“Okay,” she answered, a little unsure.
She grabbed Yuki’s shirtsleeve as he passed, making him stop. Pulling him down slightly, she stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek, “goodnight Yuki-kun.”
Out of the corner of his eye Yuki could see the baka-neko glaring at him.
Yuki rested his hand on her lower back as he leaned down and kissed her cheek in return, “goodnight Honda-san.”
Closer to morning Yuki was awakened by a loud thump and feminine laughter.
Tohru giggled as Kyou pushed her down onto her bed, he straddled her waist and ripped off her pajama top. Tohru laughed again, allowing Kyou to have his way. His shirt was next to go, tossed to the floor.
He curled his back so he could kiss her, yet not have any contact with her chest.
Knowing how aggressive Kyou became when aroused Tohru parted her lips willingly, letting Kyou plunder her mouth.
Kyou pulled back, leaving her breathless. He sat to her side and removed her pajama bottoms with a rough yank.
Spreading her legs he knelt down, one arm hooked around her upper thigh.
Wasting no time he spread her with his fingers and entered her with his tongue.
Tohru arched with a gasp, her hands grasping the sheets tight enough to make her knuckles white.
“Kyou!” She cried.
The cat chuckled, the vibrations running through her.
She cried out again, her toes curling.
She wiggled as he continuously thrust into her, occasionally swiping her completely to taste her fully. Kyou pressed his tongue inside her one last time before pulling back and resting on his heels.
“Why did you stop?”
“Who said anything about stopping?”
Tohru smiled and spread her legs further, unknowingly tempting Kyou.
His pants quickly found the floor.
He pressed the tip of his erection against her, leaning over her to kiss her passionately.
“This’ll be easier if you’re on your stomach.”
“Okay,” she agreed, rolling over.
Her hair tumbled over her shoulders when she rested her weight on her elbows, her shoulders pushing upward.
Kyou groaned, wanting inside the petite brunette.
He spread her legs again, lying down between them.
His erection nudged her, making her jump slightly. A shiver ran up her spine when Kyou rolled his hips, the tip of his cock running across her.
“You have to relax, it’ll probably hurt, “he whispered, pressing his chest to her back as he braced himself.
“I trust Kyou-kun,” she answered, panting lightly.
Using one hand he guided himself into her, pressing in until he felt her maidenhead.
He started feathering kissed along her tense shoulders, whispering soothingly to her.
“It hurts,” she whispered, a hitch in her voice.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Kyou attempted to sooth her.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand searching out her most sensitive area.
She cried out and bucked against his hand.
He smiled against the back of her neck.
“Does that help?”
A moan was his only answer.
“Relax, this is going to hurt.”
Tohru muffled her scream into her pillow when Kyou snapped his hips, breaking through her hymen.
His fingers clawed the bed as he withheld from slamming back into her.
Her back arched against his chest as he pulled almost completely out of her and slammed back in.
A masculine grunt accompanied a feminine scream.
Kyou scolded himself, telling himself to slow down!
“Kyou don’t stop!”
All his restraints snapped.
Using both hands to brace himself he continued to pound the virgin body beneath him.
Her screams only fueled him. He thought she was in pain, but his name soon mixed with her screams, more pleasure in her voice than pain.
He clamped his mouth onto her shoulder when he came, instantly collapsing on top of her.
“Tohru?”
“Mh?”
“Are you …alright?”
Silence was the only reply. He noticed her shoulders shaking and panicked.
“Tohru!?” He pulled out of her, noticing the blood between her legs.
When she raised her head Kyou saw that she was …giggling?
“I didn’t mean …to …hurt …you?”
“I’m fine Kyou-kun”, she answered, her cheeks flushed with post-orgasm. She leaned over and kissed him softly, “tired though.”
It was Kyou’s turn to chuckle, “you had me worried!”
Tohru traced her fingers down his jaw line, “you worry too much.”
Kyou snorted in amusement, pressing Tohru onto her back as he kissed her again.
“Oh,” Kyou pulled back, looking down at her, “what was so funny?”
“Just something Uo-chan said,” Tohru replied.
“I don’t want to know do I?”
“Probably not …”
Kyou laughed, pushing her back against the mattress.
Tohru wrapped her arms around his neck, “I don’t want to be on my stomach again.”
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[1] Ok, I know it translates to “Bronchi attack” but your bronchi are a part of your damn lungs! They don’t attack, it’s not like they can go RAWR! Asthma is an attack because it’s the closing of your airway!
Dragonblade: Yeah, I\'m torturing Yuki. I rather enjoy it actually ...SHIT, don\'t tell NinjaMouse I said that. She might be short ...but don\'t underestimate her ...she WILL go for your kneecaps.
Kurai: Mmm ...root beer.
Dragonblade: RUN! YuukiSan is also drinking Dr.Pepper ...run while you still can!
Kurai: Yes, and the bronchi thing, I actually made that comment and YuukiSan bugged me to put it in. In the episode when Haru asks Yuki if it\'s his bronchi and explains him having a bronchi attack, I went on this tangent/rant thing, it was hilarious.
By the way, if you\'re wondering why YuukiSan and I are always together, we live together ...NOT LIKE THAT! We both live in residence and her floor mates are loud and annoying so she is up here. *Dies laughing* I accidentally just wrote \"annoying she she\" and YuukiSan just started screaming \"He\'s a she she, she\'s a he he!\" You can tell we\'re not running on a whole hell of a lot of sleep.
Note to self: Do not yell at medication while YuukiSan has pop in her mouth, we do not want to tempt her spray radius. And secondly, do not leave bags of chips on the floor, Yuuki WILL step on them.
Spit take! Don\'t ask ...
Dragonblade: *staring at her hikari in horror* Yes ...we are removing all sugar and caffeinated drinks from your whereabouts ...you better just read the story before she starts ranting again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 3
“L-O-V-E M-E Yuki!” His fan club sang.
He cringed at the familiar tune.
A poor freshman had been caught trying to pass him a letter in the empty hallway. She panicked when the three other females surrounded her.
“We are Prince Yuki’s fan club and we cannot allow you to harass him!”
“Harass!?” The small freshman gasped.
Yuki sighed mentally; they could be there for a while.
He was right.
Arriving ten minutes late to the school council meeting, he received glares and confused glances from the other members.
He cleared his throat and moved to the front of the room, apologizing for being so late.
Tohru hummed happily as she finished cleaning at her part time job. This night she was able to leave relatively early because of Momiji’s power over his father. The blond usagi had begged his father to let her leave early, commenting on how good of a worker she was and how she desperately tried to keep up with her schoolwork …and so on.
Tohru was allowed to leave shortly after.
The night was relatively cool, but with a light sweater on it was quite comfortable.
She watched the stars as which were occasionally blocked by a thin grey cloud. Familiar constellations appeared through breaks in the trees and Tohru mentally pointed them out to herself.
“Pretty,” she quietly whispered.
Yuki rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands; the meeting went for an unusually long amount of time. He was utterly drained; the meeting had gone completely downhill from his late entrance onward.
The quiet walk home was relaxing; the gentle breeze and the soft illumination from the moon overhead calmed him immensely.
When he entered the clearing around their house he noticed Tohru standing on the porch.
He heard her soft laugh as Kyou stepped out onto the porch with her.
He was about to step forward and alert them to his presence when Kyou pulled Tohru towards him and kissed her quite roughly.
Yuki clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from crying out. The two had been decent enough not to be too affectionate around him, both knowing that Yuki still harbored feelings for the onigiri. But now they didn’t know he was there, and Yuki couldn’t move of his own free will.
Tohru broke away and laughed, it wasn’t mocking laughter, more of a comforted laugh.
Their muffled voices were all that reached Yuki’s ears, their words lost along the way.
Tohru grabbed the collar of Kyou’s sweater and pulled him down to her. She tugged gently on his bottom lip, his eyes flashed and he tilted his head down and kissed her again. His hands slid around her waist to rest on her rear. He slowly pulled up her short blue school skirt until her white cotton panties were revealed to shocked violet eyes.
Kyou’s hand dipped between her pale thighs; Yuki’s eyes widened even more, his face taking on a pink hue – unbelieving what he was standing there watching.
Tohru jumped, swatting playfully at Kyou’s adventurous hands.
He held his hands up in defense, laughing. He bent back down, his face burying in her neck. She laughed again, tilting her head back to allow Kyou better access.
Kyou pulled away, Tohru’s hand going up to her neck. Kyou took her opposite hand and led her into the house.
Yuki stood frozen, he hand still over his mouth.
He didn’t need to see that, he wasn’t supposed to see that.
He …he …no, he wasn’t supposed to see that.
He knew she was lost to him, but seeing them intimate just enforced that shattering fact.
Tears trickled from his deep violet eyes.
He needed someone, anyone …Haru.
No.
He needed to be alone.
Yuki rubbed his eyes roughly; he shouldered his bag higher, put on a fake smile and went into the house.
“I’m home!” He called, making sure his voice didn’t crack.
“Welcome back!” Tohru greeted, stepping from the living room.
Her one hand was still within the room, most likely entwined with Kyou’s.
“Why is Yuki-kun so late?” Shigure asked, poking his head out of the study.
“The meeting went late, and some of the girls had to walk home so I went with them to make sure they would make it alright,” he explained.
Tohru clasped her hands together, her one finally freed from her lovers grasp, “Sohma-kun is such a gentleman!”
Admiration and pure love shone in her eyes, but it was the love of a friend.
Yuki smiled, happy, yet crushed by the light in her eyes directed towards him. A light of admiration, not love …her love was only reserved for Kyou.
“I’m tired, I’m going to bed now,” Yuki said.
Tohru’s smile faded, “Is Yuki-kun feeling alright?”
Ever since Tohru witnessed one of his asthma attacks [1] she would fret over him at the first sign of any illness, whether it was there or not.
Yuki smiled fondly, Tohru was extremely cute when she was worried, “I’m fine, I’m just tied, and it’s been a long day.”
“Okay,” she answered, a little unsure.
She grabbed Yuki’s shirtsleeve as he passed, making him stop. Pulling him down slightly, she stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek, “goodnight Yuki-kun.”
Out of the corner of his eye Yuki could see the baka-neko glaring at him.
Yuki rested his hand on her lower back as he leaned down and kissed her cheek in return, “goodnight Honda-san.”
Closer to morning Yuki was awakened by a loud thump and feminine laughter.
Tohru giggled as Kyou pushed her down onto her bed, he straddled her waist and ripped off her pajama top. Tohru laughed again, allowing Kyou to have his way. His shirt was next to go, tossed to the floor.
He curled his back so he could kiss her, yet not have any contact with her chest.
Knowing how aggressive Kyou became when aroused Tohru parted her lips willingly, letting Kyou plunder her mouth.
Kyou pulled back, leaving her breathless. He sat to her side and removed her pajama bottoms with a rough yank.
Spreading her legs he knelt down, one arm hooked around her upper thigh.
Wasting no time he spread her with his fingers and entered her with his tongue.
Tohru arched with a gasp, her hands grasping the sheets tight enough to make her knuckles white.
“Kyou!” She cried.
The cat chuckled, the vibrations running through her.
She cried out again, her toes curling.
She wiggled as he continuously thrust into her, occasionally swiping her completely to taste her fully. Kyou pressed his tongue inside her one last time before pulling back and resting on his heels.
“Why did you stop?”
“Who said anything about stopping?”
Tohru smiled and spread her legs further, unknowingly tempting Kyou.
His pants quickly found the floor.
He pressed the tip of his erection against her, leaning over her to kiss her passionately.
“This’ll be easier if you’re on your stomach.”
“Okay,” she agreed, rolling over.
Her hair tumbled over her shoulders when she rested her weight on her elbows, her shoulders pushing upward.
Kyou groaned, wanting inside the petite brunette.
He spread her legs again, lying down between them.
His erection nudged her, making her jump slightly. A shiver ran up her spine when Kyou rolled his hips, the tip of his cock running across her.
“You have to relax, it’ll probably hurt, “he whispered, pressing his chest to her back as he braced himself.
“I trust Kyou-kun,” she answered, panting lightly.
Using one hand he guided himself into her, pressing in until he felt her maidenhead.
He started feathering kissed along her tense shoulders, whispering soothingly to her.
“It hurts,” she whispered, a hitch in her voice.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Kyou attempted to sooth her.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand searching out her most sensitive area.
She cried out and bucked against his hand.
He smiled against the back of her neck.
“Does that help?”
A moan was his only answer.
“Relax, this is going to hurt.”
Tohru muffled her scream into her pillow when Kyou snapped his hips, breaking through her hymen.
His fingers clawed the bed as he withheld from slamming back into her.
Her back arched against his chest as he pulled almost completely out of her and slammed back in.
A masculine grunt accompanied a feminine scream.
Kyou scolded himself, telling himself to slow down!
“Kyou don’t stop!”
All his restraints snapped.
Using both hands to brace himself he continued to pound the virgin body beneath him.
Her screams only fueled him. He thought she was in pain, but his name soon mixed with her screams, more pleasure in her voice than pain.
He clamped his mouth onto her shoulder when he came, instantly collapsing on top of her.
“Tohru?”
“Mh?”
“Are you …alright?”
Silence was the only reply. He noticed her shoulders shaking and panicked.
“Tohru!?” He pulled out of her, noticing the blood between her legs.
When she raised her head Kyou saw that she was …giggling?
“I didn’t mean …to …hurt …you?”
“I’m fine Kyou-kun”, she answered, her cheeks flushed with post-orgasm. She leaned over and kissed him softly, “tired though.”
It was Kyou’s turn to chuckle, “you had me worried!”
Tohru traced her fingers down his jaw line, “you worry too much.”
Kyou snorted in amusement, pressing Tohru onto her back as he kissed her again.
“Oh,” Kyou pulled back, looking down at her, “what was so funny?”
“Just something Uo-chan said,” Tohru replied.
“I don’t want to know do I?”
“Probably not …”
Kyou laughed, pushing her back against the mattress.
Tohru wrapped her arms around his neck, “I don’t want to be on my stomach again.”
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[1] Ok, I know it translates to “Bronchi attack” but your bronchi are a part of your damn lungs! They don’t attack, it’s not like they can go RAWR! Asthma is an attack because it’s the closing of your airway!
Dragonblade: Yeah, I\'m torturing Yuki. I rather enjoy it actually ...SHIT, don\'t tell NinjaMouse I said that. She might be short ...but don\'t underestimate her ...she WILL go for your kneecaps.
Kurai: Mmm ...root beer.
Dragonblade: RUN! YuukiSan is also drinking Dr.Pepper ...run while you still can!