"We're so sorry for your loss, Ms. Honda."
The all too over said words were ringing in Tohru's ears as she stood in the funeral home, dressed in a crisp, ironed black long sleeved dress that danced over her knees. She stood with Kyo to her right, and Shigure to her left. A smirking Akito was somewhere in the back of the funeral home, quiet, yet loud with every piercing emotion that he shot at the group.
It was all too soon. All of this. Tohru took in a deep breath, looking towards Kyo who was staring out into the distance, his hands at his side. Tohru felt lifeless, weak. "Thank you." She murmured as the people who came to pay respects slowly said a prayer over the corpse, then shuffled over to mingle with the other people. As people passed the group by, Tohru closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to a few days ago.
The sun was bright and cheery, describing exactly how Tohru felt in her heart, her mind, and her body. Shivers of excitement and anxiety were shooting up her toes, into her spine, and back down. She clutched the side of the row boat, clamping her eyes down tightly to block out any sea sickness. "Miss Honda? Are you alright?" Yuki asked, his purple-like eyes twinkling in the light.
Tohru opened her eyes, a weak smile plastered on her face. "I'm fine! Really!" The two were on a row boat, gently rowing along and enjoying a pleasant evening. The two laughed, and joked and talked until their voices were hoarse. Slowly, rain clouds began to hover over the sky, and soon small raindrops began to fall.
Tohru gasped as the first one hit her, and watched as Yuki quickly rowed until they got to shore. They took each other's hand and ran until they got underneath the shelter of a willow tree. Yuki had helped Tohru prepare the lunch, bringing fresh vegetables from their garden. Tohru distributed the food.
Then, it was all so sudden. Yuki had grabbed her hand, looking into her shimmering brown eyes. "Miss Honda…" He had began, a tone of nervousness drowning his voice. "Yes?" Tohru had asked, swallowing. "I…I love you. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you." He had said. Tohru was still trying to register these words.
His hand dropped to his side and he produced a box, taking out a gleaming diamond ring and taking her hand in his. "Will you marry me?" Was the simple question that flowed from his voice. "Yes!" Tohru had answered, almost weeping with excitement. The embraced each other until the curse reminded them of it's existence and Yuki transformed, sending the both of them into a fit of laughs.
Tohru was practically dancing as they went their separate ways. Yuki had something to deliver to Hatori in the main house and it was already getting late, so he insisted that Tohru went home. She had gotten home to share the news. Hatori had shared her excitement, while Kyo had looked simply untouched by the news, acting almost cold towards her. Then they got the news, the next morning. Yuki had never arrived at the main Sohma house. They found him in the ditch, he had become distracted by the rain and his car had spun out of control. Yuki…Tohru's fiancé…was dead.
And now we come back to the present, where Tohru felt as though she was still searching for a meaning here, to be alive. First she had lost her father, then her mother, now Yuki? The boy that she loved more than anything in the entire world? "Tohru…are you alright?" Shigure asked, leaning over and looking into her eyes. Tohru knew that his face was pale, paler than usual.
Tohru was silent, lifeless. Talking too much effort and so did even breathing. Smiling was not an option, which was almost possible. This is Tohru Honda we're talking about, she doesn't even know what depressed means. Maybe Tohru had been depressed all along, and the feeling of being so happy and living with Shigure and Kyo and Yuki had made her feel loved and wanted, but maybe it had been masking her true emotion. Depression.
Soon, one by one the visitors left and it was just Haru, Hatori, Momitchi, Shigure, Kyo, and Tohru left. Haru was sitting on a chair, Momitchi softly snoring on his shoulder. Hatori and Shigure were loading the flowers from all of the family and friends and fan girls into the back of the car while Kyo stood lifelessly in the door way. Tohru walked over to the casket, small steps and her heart pounding.
She felt like throwing up, or passing out. In fact, she hoped she did. She hoped that she would fall over and die. She wanted to be with her father, she wanted to be with her mother. She wanted to be with Yuki. She knelt down by the casket, seeing his pale, lifeless face as he laid in the casket, his deep passionate eyes closed and never to open again.
"Please god," Tohru prayed inside her mind. "Please take care of Yuki. Please let him and You give me strength to pull through. Please give me the courage to be happy again." Silent tears streaked down her face, her hands trembling and her lower lip quivering as she sat up, placing a small kiss on the forehead of her dead fiancé.
"Goodbye, Yuki." She whispered, brushing her fingers through his black locks. "Rest in peace. Till we meet again, I love you. Good bye." She murmured so that the only person who could hear her words was really herself. She turned towards the door way, looking with sorrow filled eyes at Kyo. "Ready?" Kyo murmured. Tohru nodded, taking one last final look at the boy that she loved. "Yes." Tohru replied, following the group out of the room.