AN: This story's going to be much darker (well, in the beginning at least) than my other ones. Originally it was going to be a drabble but seeing as how I couldn't really cut if off anywhere it'll be a mini multi-chapter story.
I'm trying to branch out into various story types, so hopefully this won't suck too badly.
First chapter is really short, the others won't be, I promise.
I don't own Fruits Basket, cuz if I did, Yuki would have been with Tohru and they would've been happily married.
Stepping out of the store, Yuki slid the bags in his hands to his elbows so he could open his umbrella. Normally he and Tohru made the trip together, but she had been invited to a sleepover with Hana and Uo and wouldn't be back home until later that day, so he wanted to try his hand at making her a welcome-home meal. As he started the trek home, he thought over how many times he had tried and failed to surprise her with breakfast in bed. Instead of making her a nutritious breakfast, he made charcoal. The eggs had been burnt to a crisp in every single attempt. Still, he wouldn't give up, and this time he would pay much closer attention to the temperature of the stove and make sure to not look away for even a moment. Several cookbooks were currently laying across the counter, Yuki having checked them out earlier and made a full list of what he would need. Thankfully Shigure and Kyo were off on some trip for the next two weeks - Yuki couldn't give enough of a damn about Kyo to pay attention to where they were going, only how long they would be gone - so he didn't have to worry about snide remarks from the cat as he tried to cook a proper meal. That feline could be so insufferable.
Turning a corner, a sound akin to faint mumbling came from one of the alleys. Yuki walked faster, not wanting to know who or what was lurking-
"Yu...ki?..." He froze in his tracks. The voice was female and...much too familiar... It sounded strained and scratchy, laced with desperation and fear. "Is..that you?..." He backtracked, looking down into the dark corridor. He knew it was probably a mistake, this area of town wasn't exactly safe and it could be a trap. Still... It sounded like... He had to make sure it wasn- "Yuki..." There was no denying it. That was Tohru's voice! He stepped into the corridor, frantically searching for her even though his eyes strained to make anything out in the shadows. Finally, he could faintly see her hair - disheveled and dirty as it was - and dropped the bags and umbrella, running over to her. His heart pounded in his chest, the cavity tight and heavy, time seeming to slow as he got closer. His eyes adjusted, although he wished they hadn't. The girl he loved... The one he vowed to protect... Was lying in a heap beside a dumpster in a backalley, clothes torn, face dirty, cuts and bruises littering her skin. Her eyes could barely open enough to look at him, but even through her squinted lids he could see them glistening with tears, sparks of fear and hurt replacing the usual shimmer of joy and love. Yuki found himself completely unsure what to do or say, his mind completely shutting down as his chest stung as though a red hot blade had sliced clean through his body.
"Tohru..." Tears fell from his own eyes, but he quickly snapped out of his trance when her eyes closed and her head fell limp. He bent down and picked her up, carrying her bridal style and running as fast as his feet would carry him to the hospital.