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Kyou awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He'd had the dream again - the one where he kept running, crying out for someone, but he was all alone. It's just a nightmare. He told himself stubbornly. Just a nightmare…
He awoke the next morning early, and out of energy. It's Saturday. He thought. I can sleep late. However, when he woke several hours later, he was still dead tired. Must be raining. He thought groggily. But I'm hungry, I better get up for breakfast.
"Kyou-kun!" Tohru called cheerfully. "Time to eat!"
Kyou tried to pull himself up, but got a big surprise when he did. Excruciating pain ripped through his body - so intense he cried out.
"Kyou-kun!" Tohru shouted, alarmed at his cry. "Kyou-kun, are you all right?"
Kyou tried to call to Tohru, but his pain intensified, and he screamed again.
"Why is the cat making that racket so early in the morning?" Yuki said to Tohru, less than concerned.
Tohru, however, was in panic. "Kyou-kun? Kyou-kun, I'm coming in now!"
By now Shigure was on the scene, more concerned than Yuki but calm, unlike Tohru. "He locks the door at night. Yuki will have to knock down the door…" My poor house! --
Yuki, unfortunately, had fallen asleep on his feet again.
"Fine, I'll do it." Shigure said with a sigh. He broke the door down and burst into the room.
By now, Kyou was in such pain he wanted it to end in any way possible.
"Kyou-kun!" Tohru rushed over.
The second she touched him, his body went numb.
"Tohru…" he muttered, before closing his eyes, unconscious.
"Shigure-san, what's wrong with him?" Tohru asked tearfully.
"I don't know." Shigure said, serious for a change. "I'll call Haa-san at once."
While Shigure made the call, Tohru sad at Kyou's side, running her fingers through his hair and stroking his face.
Yuki, now awake, watched from the corner. She's so worried. He thought. She must really love him. His jealousy flared up. Why him? Why not me? He thought bitterly. Deep down he knew the answer, but he wasn't ready to admit it.