The Skylark and the Cat

Chapter 20

As I lied in the bed, waiting for Ikuto come back to me, I wondered what he would say about me losing my temper. I still felt, however, that father and son shouldn't argue like they did. I couldn't figure out what Ikuto had ever done wrong, for, to me, he had been like everyone else- kind... a little flirty, but kind. So what WAS it that called for his father to dislike him so?

What... was it?


When Ikuto walked into the room, the first thing that came to mind was that he was going to break up with me. I had a flash of fear, for now that we were back in Torakoa city, all I had to hold on to was my relationship with Ikuto. I hadn't realized quite how precious he was to me until then. If I lost him... well... I was sure that I would snap.

Like a twig.

The cat came over and sat down on the bed, and reached forward. Soon after, I felt his long fingers stroking through my hair, and I sighed, closing my eyes. "Shh... I'm sorry, Kyoya, I was really suprised to see him," Ikuto apologized, his hand coming down and caressing my cheek. I looked up, came forward, then wrapped my arms around his body and embraced him like never before. I stroked down his back, and he purred gently, his tail sweeping over the bed. "I admit I should've told you that I heard from him a while ago... you see, four- no- five... six...? Yeah... six years ago, when I still had a crush on Amu, I left the town to try and find my father. And one day, I did. But the thing is... he had just turned thirty, and he didn't want to bother with a son yet- he wanted to keep partying with the ladies, you know?"

"Hn," I grunted.

"So basically, things got real complex there, and it wasn't long before he started saying that he was going to kiss Amu, and you can imagine my frustration at him..."

"I suppose," I muttered, "I just don't get why you couldn't tell me."

Ikuto smirked. "I thought it would be more romantic if I said that I was waiting for him to come home after all these years."

"Hardly," I snorted, reaching my fingers up to pet his cat ears. "Hey, I'll forgive you just this once, okay? Just 'cause I get lost in your cuteness- don't let this happen again."

"Well, if you have to know everything, then let me tell you about my sister-"

"Not intrested," I interrupted him. He laughed quietly, and gave me a tight hug.

"Kyoya... I'm never going to leave you, okay? So don't ever worry about me breaking up with you."

"Don't think so highly of yourself, I would never think that," I muttered. But as I looked at Ikuto, I felt a wave of relief come over me. I truly was worried for a moment that I'd lose him... and the realization of that proved to me that I wasn't worthy of his trust in the first place, for I didn't trust him to begin with.

But it was over. It was all okay now. I hugged the cat, and buried my head in his shoulder, smiling against him. He was my one and only, and I would never, never let him go. I was going to keep him by my side for eternity, never once releasing his hand. He was my precious first love. My perfect cat. My adorable kitten. My ideal. My boyfriend. Mine.

"Ikuto," I began once more, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Kyoya," Ikuto said, his hands holding me gently in a tender embrace. I combed through his hair, feeling a tad possessive, and smirked.

"Hope you don't mind being my pet cat," I snickered.

"You're the only one who can leash me, Kyoya," Ikuto laughed. "The only one."

From the back of the room, someone cleared their throat, and we both spared Aruto a glance- just to be polite. He was smiling at us, his arms folded. "Well I'll be," he said quietly. "My boy is into men."

"Father, please," Ikuto sighed, backing out of our embrace.

"No, no, it's okay," Aruto said, walking over. He invited himself to a seat on the bed, and swung a leg up over the other. "It's perfectly fine to like men, Ikuto, I always wanted to tell you that being different makes you important. Being different makes you who you are."

"Yeah, skip the lecture," the cat sighed, looking away and blushing lightly. "Why are you still here, anyway?"

"I just wanted to apologize," Aruto said, "I should've been there for you."

"When did you start thinking that?" Ikuto asked. His father smiled.

"The moment I left," he replied. "Always. I wanted to be with you." "You wanted to be with your girlfriends," Ikuto snorted. "You never cared-"

"Ikuto," I interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder. I reached forward, and kissed him on the cheek, then said, "forgive your father. He didn't mean any harm... and you found me without his help... right?"

"You were always on my mind," Aruto said, "Never did a moment go by that I didn't regret my decision. Ikuto... let me back into your life. Let me be your father."

Ikuto and I had linked thoughts as we looked at his father- his pleading, green eyes, and his serious expression, before we said, together, "No."


Ikuto looked guilty for turning down the offer, so I spoke up for him. "You need to keep working," I told the man. "Ikuto and I are... fine on our own. Trust me, Aruto. I'll take good care of him."

For a moment, the man was stunned into silence, but his expression quickly softened. "Oh, Ikuto," he sighed. "You've grown up too fast."

"Nineteen years, father. I've found my place in life."

"I'm very proud of you... you both, in fact," Aruto said, running a hand through his hair. "Kyoya, I'm entrusting my son to you. Do me a favor, and keep him happy."

"He'll be safe in my arms," I assured.

"That's my line," Ikuto sighed. "Kyoya."

"Now, Ikuto... about that violin I left you..."


Ikuto and I had given Aruto a performance, and at the end, we recieved a nice applause. Soon after, he had left, and we were alone. Night had fallen quicker that we had anticipated, but it wasn't any matter. I began to make dinner. "Good job earlier... your violin covered almost all of my stupid mistakes."

"Haha. It's hard to memorize songs," Ikuto replied. "Don't worry about it- you did great." I smiled, and left the food to cook itself as I approached the couch. Out of character, I leapt onto it, tackling Ikuto in the process. I kissed him passionately, glad to have caught him off guard, and caught his tail as he moved it. I slid my hand down the entire appendage before releasing it, and Ikuto pushed me back, blushing lightly. "Save the tail for dessert, would you?" he said, though he was smiling. I grinned, and sat back.

"I love you," I told him.

He sighed, and leaned back. "I love you too," he returned, "and I appreciate you for repeating so every five minutes, but please try to cut back."

"Ah, you want something MORE romantic," I observed. "Then, Ikuto, I love you so much that I pray my heart will stop if we must break apart." Ikuto's blush darkened, if at all possible, and his cat ears lied flat.

"Don't say stuff like that," he said, reaching out and caressing my cheek. "We won't break apart, Kyoya..."

"How'm I supposed to be sure when I'm hooked up with such a womanizer as you?" I mumbled.

"Hey, I am NOT a 'womanizer!'" Ikuto said.

Ikuto and I spent a good amount of time together. I continued to abide by my promise to Aruto- I never left Ikuto's side. I always made sure that he was comfortable, and, in times of sickness, I would care for him. Years passed... but our relationship didn't change. It wasn't until we had both turned thirty that I realized how long we had lasted... and that's how I discovered...

True love did exist.


:) Hope everyone is content with the finale! A Merry Christmas and etc. Holidays to you all! Thanks for staying by my side through this fic- there will be more HibaKuto stories in the future, I promise!

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