Disclaimer: Fuits Basket does not belong to me. (Thus Kyo does not. Sad face.)
A/N: My first fruba fic. Yay! Enjoy!
Thus did she live, and thus did she die: sweetly, happily, simply, and with her beloved Kyo by her side.
She told him goodbye the second before her life slipped away (between one breath and the next) and smiled at him with the last of her strength. That huge strength (such a rock to lean upon to everyone around her) that made her smile in hardship (which made everyone else smile) didn't even really leave her in death.
Kyo was devastated (even though both he and Tohru had known this was coming) and sad enough so that he clung to Yuki (the other in the pair of supposed enemies, although Tohru had worn down the hate over the years) and shed tears on Yuki's coat. Cats flocked to the graying, orange-haired man and clung to him (like they'd never clung before). Rats climbed on Yuki, boars bothered everyone around Kagura, dogs whined around Shigure (serious for once in his life since his wedding), and the place was a zoo with the rest of the zodiac.
Hatori made the remark that was engraved on her headstone (thus did she live, and thus did she die: sweetly, happily, simply, and with her beloved Kyo by her side) and also made the remark that was on Kyo's headstone when he died days later (from heart failure and grief).
Their son (grown and with children of his own) cried, and his children cried, and it seemed the world cried, for the funeral days were shadowy and rainy (such a cliché) and mist veiled the grieving earth as she sat in mourning for the beloved pair.
But life moves on, and they were not forgotten, but no longer were they grieved, because Tohru never liked to see anyone cry, and it always made Kyo uncomfortable (though he had gotten better, with Tohru's rather frequent weeping) and no one wanted them to be unhappy wherever they were.
A life of love, Kyo's headstone said, a life of hate. He had both, and enjoyed them to the utmost. A good man. Goodbye.
A/N (#2!): A little...stylistic, I could say. Maybe morbid. But what can I say...I'm over-emotional. Though I don't dress in black. (Heh. Slightly random.)