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Disclaimer; I do not own Fruits Basket. Prologue; Kyou's Dream Cold . . . cold hands , on my back, on my spine, five ice digits on each hand, cool as pebbles resting under the rushing water of a stream. One traces my spine, the wandering finger travels a slow and deliberate path, led by the delicate touch of the knuckles. The touch is as gentle and careful as that of a sculptor. The other hand runs up my back, pausing at the shoulder, massaging with gentle pressure. The hands hover over my skin gently massaging and caressing. The hands radiate a strange energy, it's very strong, but the touch is too light to feel the emotion behind it. The room is cool, I feel it all over me, I am unclothed. I should be shocked that I am in such a vulnerable position or terribly afraid of what could happen to me, but I am not afraid. I should be feeling intense fear, but that is not what I feel . . . I feel, what is it? Curiosity, curiosity is what keeps me from screaming or running, curiosity is what leaves me relaxed even though I have no idea where I am, I feel a twinge of uncertainty, but I am overwhelmed by calm. There is a certain familiarity to this situation that quiets the fear and leaves only anticipation. The room is dark, but the darkness is soothing, enveloping like a blanket. Yes, it's cool, but it is a welcome coolness, like plunging into the lake on a hot day. Yet I don't know that I am in a room, safe, it is simply my own sense of security that lets me believe, lets me trust, gives me faith. The figure is coming closer now, I feel the breath on my neck, only slightly warmer than the hands. The hands are on my shoulders now, clutching with some force. Cloth sweeps over my backside, the figure is over me now , I feel the breath on my earlobe. "You are mine." The voice pierces the silence. The fingers are clutching more tightly, possessively, at my shoulders. "You are the ugliest thing I have ever seen." Wait . . . I know this voice . . . I know this voice, why is the room getting colder, icier now? Why am I afraid? " And the stench, it stinks like something dead and rotting ." No, it can't be . . . it's Akito. "No! No! Leave me alone! Don't hurt me! Don't hurt us, it's not my fault, I can't, I can't help being the cat!" Kyou woke up screaming.