Heeeyy people!! Me again, senpaicutie64. Thanks to my great cousin who helped me write this!! As you know, I usually write light humor stuff but this is not characteristically my style… I don't do the dramatic stuff. But hey, once and awhile it's good to know that you're not limited. The chapters are short, so deal with it!! I've gotten too may damn complaints about it!!  Anyways, please comment!!!

Introduction- What Would You Say?

You've got to do it soon. Tell her or you'll loose courage, like the idiot you are. Tell her tonight.

Yuki Sohma shook his head angrily, trying to calm his agitated self. He threw his magazine on his bedside table, getting up and stretching. What an idiot I am, skipping school just so you don't have to face her today.

He paced out of his bedroom, and down the corridor. He was about to descend the stairs when he glanced up and saw Tohru's bedroom slightly ajar. He mentally fought with himself, trying vainly to resist the urge for just a peek. Irritated even more, he kicked the wall closest to him, and stormed down the stairs. I was almost as bad as that disgusting dog. He got to the bottom, and stopped dead when he saw her at the hallway, hanging her coat and humming to himself. His heart skipped a beat and he swallowed loudly, an involuntary smile curving on his perfect lips.

"Hello, Honda-san," Yuki greeted her as she came in the kitchen. Tohru stopped in the doorway, shock on her face, her bag swinging lightly at her side. Yuki's brow creased. "What is it?" She shook her head, putting her hand to her heart after a minute and smiling in relief. "Oh, Yuki-kun, you scared me! I forgot that you were skipping school today..." she trailed off, still shaking her head. Yuki smiled slowly, still taking in her expression as she stepped into the kitchen, setting her bag on the counter and turning around to face him, leaning on the counter.

"So how was your day, Yuki-kun?" she chatted easily, her bright eyes blinking innocently at his face. He composed himself, stepping closer to her, putting an easy smile on his face. "Well, it was all right, I guess. I just worked on a paper due," He lied easily, knowing that he could never, ever tell her that he skipped just to buy himself some time. She tilted her head, listening intently to every word.

"Manabe-kun was looking for you, you know. He said something about a big, long sword if you skip again, and then started throwing some tantrum." She laughed lightly, looking out the window, thinking. "He can be very strange, sometimes."

Yuki chuckled, shaking his head also. "Yes, well, that's him all right." He sighed, resting his eyes softly on her. Taking a deep breath, he started. "Tohru…?"

She looked up at him in surprise, her eyes searching his face. "Erm..y-yes?" she asked her voice shaking slightly. He's acting unusual, she thought, as he shifted his weight so that his body was facing hers. He cleared his throat, taking a small step towards her. "What would you say if… someone said that they loved you?"

She frowned, thinking hard, and blushing a tiny bit. "Hmm…well, it would depend on who it was, I guess. I would of course be flattered, but… I'm not sure, why…why do you ask?" She looked at him, a genuine look on her face. Yuki leaned in slowly, and placed his arm on one side of her, his gorgeous face inches from hers. "Well, then..." His sweet-smelling breath blew lightly on her face, and she looked into his warm eyes. "What would you say if I was that person?" he asked softly, his courage coming from somewhere deep inside him. She trembled slightly as his breath blew a few strands lightly from her face.

She looked at him one more time before she leaned up and meet his lips softly.

It was like nothing either of them had experienced, but they both knew what to do as Yuki moved his hands hesitantly to her neck, running his hands down her jawline and swept her hair back. They kissed passionately, and Tohru brought her hands to his shoulders, snaking them aroung his neck, bringing him closer.

The door banged open, and a certain fiery red-head stormed in, his face livid and his eyes more deep than that.