Disclaimer: I don't own Furuba. But if I owned the English dub, I wouldn't have changed Furuba to "Fruba". God, that sounds terrible!

A/N: Okay, I just HAD to write this. I've never read a story with Kazuma even IN it, so this had to be written. It's basically about Kyo telling Tohru a specific memory of how he treated Kazuma sometimes. (If you remember, in ep. 25, Kyo started yelling that Kazuma wasn't his dad. I got the impression that he knew Kazuma was there since one of the teachers started talking to him at the door. So, Kyo was kinda cruel to him sometimes.) Anyway, I love this little fic, I think it's so cute! And I did it from Kyo's POV. Hope ya like it!

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It's nice out today. I wish I could just stay up here all day, but Tohru would get worried. She's been worrying about me more than usual. Have I been acting weird? Maybe I have; my mind's been pretty preoccupied lately. I'm just worried about stuff. Lots of stuff. Like if I'm ever gonna beat the damn rat, should I tell Tohru how I feel about her, will I be able to train under Master again. I wonder how he's doing back at the dojo. Maybe I should visit him sometime.

I hear a noise, but when I look to the side of the roof, I see it's just Tohru. Easing up, I smile at her and she smiles back.

"You've been up here for a while," she says, just a hint of worry in her voice.

"I'm fine, just resting," I reply.

She doesn't buy it, I can tell.

She sits next to me and looks out over the trees. After a silence builds between us, she looks at me and smiles again. "Something on your mind?"

I may as well tell her what I'm thinking or she'll never leave me alone. Though, I DO enjoy her company. "I was thinking about my master. Y'know, wondering how he's doing and stuff."

"Maybe you should visit him."

"Funny, I was just thinking that."

"Um . . . "

She stops, looking a little unsure. She probably wants to ask me a question she thinks is too personal. I mean, we're talking about Master, so she probably wants to know something about him.

"You two got along really well. I mean . . . he was like . . . your dad in a way, right?

I look away from her to stare at the sky, thinking how I should answer that question. Of course, it felt like he was my father, but there were times when I would tell him otherwise. I was so cruel to him sometimes. I would just feel so ashamed to call him my 'dad'. I'm not worthy enough.

"He was," I finally say. "But I never called him that. I have no right to."

"'No right'?" She sounds confused, but she would be. How could she understand?

Should I tell her?

"I was- . . . Maybe it would just be easier to explain if I gave you an example."

Knowing that I was going to go into a long story, she shifts to face me and looks ready to listen.

I'm hesitant, but I know I can trust her not go saying any of it to Yuki or someone else. "Alright, I was twelve, I think. Even then, I was fighting in school and got in trouble a lot. So this one day . . . "

~flashback~

They're trying again. Those stupid kids are trying to get me to fight. That's the third time today. They just won't give up! They're those kind a kids who love to fight and beat people up, and since I got a reputation of fighting in school a lot, they wanna see if they can beat me. Bu I won't fight 'em. Master said that if I got into just one more fight, he would quit training me for two whole weeks! So I'm really trying to ignore the stupid kids.

But then one punches me in the face and they back me up into a corner. This is all happening at lunch, so it doesn't help that just about everyone is chanting "fight, fight, fight". Yeah, cuz now if I don't fight, everyone'll think I'm a wuss or somethin'. Another kid punches me, but this time in the gut. There's only five of 'em, so I could take 'em out if I wanted to. But I really don't wanna let Master down again, I don't. But when one calls me a "sissy" and starts making fun of my hair and the fact that I wear a bracelet, I lose it. I start punchin' the kid to death and then kick the others away from me. One grabs me around the waist, but I elbow him, breaking his nose.

That's when the teachers come. As I kick a kid in the stomach, one of the teachers get in my way. So when I go to punch the same kid, I hit the teacher instead. I punch him in the chest. The guy was taller than the kid, so the kid's face is where the guy's chest is. Thing is, though, it was a hard punch. One of the other teachers grabs me by the hand and drags me away, while the kids I just beat up look me straight in the eye like they're mocking me. I know what they're thinking. I'm in even more trouble than they are cuz I just hit a teacher.

I'm waiting in the office now . . . waiting for Master to come pick me up. I found out that I'm suspended for the next two weeks. They said they're fed up with me fightin' all the time, so they feel this is the only option left.

Stupid kids. Stupid teachers. Stupid principal.

Then I see Master walk in. I slump in my seat, knowing I'm so in for it. After he talks with the principal, he looks at me as if to say "get up". He didn't look angry, he looked tired. He's probably just waitin' to yell at me when we get home. He's never yelled at me before, but I bet he will this time.

The walk home seems longer. And I don't even live that far away from the school. He didn't say a word to me, or look at me, or do anything but walk. I'm just getting more nervous.

Once we're home and we step inside, he finally looks at me. "As I'm sure you already know, I'm not going to train you for these next two weeks that you're suspended. So, instead, you're going to do chores the whole time. And when I give you a break from doing that, you'll read in your room."

"But that's not fair!" I yell. I didn't expect all this! Why do I have to do chores? "You didn't even ask me to hear my side of the story! It's not my fault!"

"How is it not your fault?" I hate his calm tone. "You fought against five boys, then hit a teacher. Whether you started it or not doesn't change the fact that you DID fight. It was still your choice to do so."

"But it's still not fair! I didn't mean to hit the damn teacher!"

"Kyo! Watch you're language."

"I don't care! You're not listening to me! And you're not even my real father, so stop acting like one! You have no right to punish me or tell me what not to say!"

"Kyo-"

"I HATE YOU!"

I stop after I realize what I just said. I've NEVER said anything like that to him before. When I look in his eyes, I see pain. I run off to my room, not wanting to see that look in his eyes anymore. Why did I say something like that? I DON'T hate him! I try to slam the door shut, but it just keeps sliding back open. Finally, I give up and walk over to my bed. I sit cross-legged and put my head in my hands. I feel like crying. I'm so mad at myself for saying that and this day just pretty much sucked to begin with. Why do I always have to lose my temper?

"Kyo?"

I stiffen at the sound of that voice. He's at my half-shut door. Even though I don't answer him, he walks in slowly. I can hear the footsteps get closer to me and then hear the sound of a rustling kimono as he kneels.

"It's alright. I'm not mad at you." He pauses and I hear him sigh. "I want to hear your side, Kyo. Tell me what happened today."

I shake my head, afraid that I'll just say something mean again. I don't want him here to comfort me. I just wanna be left alone.

But he puts his arm around my shoulders and brings me into a hug. I wanna push him away. I don't wanna feel so weak! I don't need him to comfort me! But I cry anyway. I start crying like the pathetic loser that I am. I face him and uncross my legs, crying into his shoulder. He puts his other arm around me and keeps saying "it's alright".

"No, it's not alright," I say in the sappiest voice ever. I've never heard myself sound like this. It makes me sick! Come on! Grow up, Kyo, you stupid cat! Quit crying! "I'm sorry. I really don't hate you. And . . . I'm sorry that I fought again."

"I know you didn't mean it, Kyo," he says quietly. "But why don't you tell me what happened. I want to understand."

Without picking my head up from his shoulder, I say, "They kept bothering me. They wanted me to fight. Then they cornered me in lunch and started punchin' me. I fought back after one of them started making fun of me. And that stupid teacher just got in the way. I meant to hit the kid. I'm sorry."

He puts his arms on my shoulders and brings me back to look at him. "Next time, just tell the teacher that kids are pushing you to fight. I know it seems lame to do that, but look what happened because you didn't. You really have to learn to control yourself. Why not trying to only use defensive moves. If a kid tries to punch you, block him, but don't hit back. Okay?"

I nod, wiping my eyes. He's right, I should try that. I'd rather not tell the teacher, so I'll just use his defense idea. It might work, as long as I don't get angry.

"But don't think you're off the hook. You're still punished."

I sigh. "I know, I know."

He stands and then I stand, too.

"So, are you hungry?" he asks me.

"Yeah." I smile a little. He never yelled at me. He's always so understanding.

I wish he was my real father.

~end of flashback~

"So that's why I don't call him my father. I've said some pretty mean stuff to him other times. I simply just have no right to call him that, but I wish I did. Still . . . I always think of him as my real father."

Tohru is staring at me with wide eyes. I wish I knew what she was thinking. Maybe I was wrong to tell her all that.

"That's . . . that's so sweet."

Well, that was the LAST thing I expected to hear.

"Oh, I-I didn't mean that you saying mean things to-to Kazuma is sweet. I mean . . . "

She's getting all frazzled again. She didn't say the wrong thing, I just didn't expect her to say that.

"Hey! It's alright, I knew what you meant."

She blinks at me in surprise and settles down. "But if you really feel that way about Kazuma, then it's okay to call him your father. I mean, as long as he's okay with it and-"

"I already know he is. I'M the one holding back."

He acknowledges me as his son, I already know that. And I know he wouldn't mind if I started calling him my dad, but it just doesn't feel . . . right. I really want to call him that. Maybe, one day, I WILL be able to. I'll feel like I have the right to call him my dad. Maybe I should give it a try now. If I don't feel uncomfortable saying it, then it's alright.

"Tohru?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks for listening to me."

She smiles brightly at me now. "Your welcome, Kyo."

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Please don't ask me to continue. I could, but it's pretty obvious what would happen next. Some reviews would be nice. If enough people like it, maybe I could write a whole different story on the same subject. Gokigenyo!