A/N: Thus the story as promised. As a note of respect unto you all, the only ones allowed to comment in the author's note (Other than the authoress herself), will be the characters that star in the story!

Jimmy: Finally, a story where I'm not gay.

Yuki: (Staring at Jimmy intently)

Kyo: Why are you looking at him like that? You're not gay, are you?

Yuki: No, no. It's just…

Tohru: What?

Yuki: Jimmy looks like a girl.

All: (Stare at Jimmy while he sweatdrops)

Tohru: You're right; he does look like a girl!

Jimmy: Do not!

Kyo: Do too! I remember thinking that when I met you!

Me: Well, I created him that way!

Jimmy: (glares)

Me: Thus, your commercial for the day so onward with the story!!

Disclaimer: Only my loveable Jimmy is mine. So back off losers! (Grabs Kyo and holds her in front of him) Take him, he's not mine! Nor any of the other Fruits Baskets. (Walks off crying)

For as long as I can remember, I had always been terrified of the place that the dead rest for eternity. Eternity, to me, felt too long enough to be forever stuck in the ground, for what reason would a person not want to live? That's what I believed anyway. Until now.

Well, I guess some have a pretty good reason to throw life away, but it still doesn't change the hurt in my heart.

What's my reason? you're probably thinking.

No, I am alive, but only just.

In actuality, I wish I were dead.

Sitting here in the rain isn't helping my asthma, though I can't really bring myself to think or accept it.

Jimmy's really gone.

I don't know why I'm still here.

The funeral's been over for hours and I still continue to wait. For him to sneak up behind me, causing me to trip over and laugh hysterically. For him to shush me as we watch Kyo fall into yet another one of our famous pranks.

For him to come back.

Even though it'll never happen.

Maybe, maybe it would have been better.

Better if we'd never met.

"Yuki."

I practically jumped (out of instinct) and whirled around to scold him for interrupting me, but it's not who I think it is.

"Haru." I swallowed, not willing to let him catch me so upset like this. Was this how Jimmy felt when his older brother died?

"Y'know, we'll have to go back at some point. Otherwise, Sensei'll get worried." He replied, shaking the drizzle out of his pallid white hair. He continued to stare at me, even when I'd turned back to the gravestone for the umpteenth time.

James Takamura

Born 1984 Died 1999

Faithful Friend

Adoring Brother

Now get off your butt and leave me alone!

I feel myself strangling a chuckle inside my throat. Then, I remember, he's not coming back. Once again, my vision is clouded with unshed tears.

I had made a promise earlier today, when I saw Tohru sobbing fitfully into Kyo's shoulder.

Ayase had grabbed my shirt and clung tightly. Now that his brother's gone, his family's thinking about putting him in foster care. His family didn't even care his caretaker was gone.

I remember watching Ayase's face tighten as he looked into the casket. I silently vowed I wasn't going to let Ayase see me upset. Nor was I going to let that Stupid Cat see me!

But now, even in front of Haru, I can't bring myself to cry. I can't feel anything anymore.

Though I did feel Haru dragging me up from the ground.

"C'mon." He said, partially dragging me behind him. "We have to go."

"Why?" My voice sounds weird to me. I had barely used it today. Whenever someone tried to talk to me, I nodded and stared at the ground. I only spoke to Ayase when he grabbed my hand as they drove the hearse over a speed bump.

"Don't worry." I'd said. "They won't hurt him." Ayase watched me for a moment then turned to look at the horizon.

"Yes." He had replied and said nothing more.

"Because," Haru continued, startling me from my thoughts. "Didn't Jimmy tell you he didn't want you to spend the night here?"

"Y-yeah, but I think that's beside the point."

"You're still coming with me. If nothing else, I will be your crying shoulder and then years later you will come to love me, not as a replacement, but as your true love."

I gave a bark of laughter. I didn't know I could still do that. "You better not let Rin hear you."

"Why? She knows it right?"

I shook my head with a smirk. Jimmy was just as naïve. "You don't tell her enough."

"I don't?"

I shook my head again. Then, my happiness became short-lived as I recalled precious memories tucked back in the folds of my brain. Why did God take my best friend away?

Yuki stumbled through the hallways just as the bell rang for class. He groaned and covered his ears as the sound rumbled through his congested head.

Damn I hate allergy season.

What? Even princes get sick.

Yuki clutched his stomach in discomfort. Not only was his skull pounding with multiple medicines and the occasional jolt of pain to the brain, but Shigure had given him something horribly nasty to eat that morning, due to the main chefs, Kyo and Tohru, absence due to Kyo's martial arts tournament (A/N: also more advertisement for a coming story), Yuki was forced to eat whatever Shigure concocted that day, since he didn't trust his own culinary skills.

Cereal is not supposed to be eaten with orange juice anyway! Yuki felt like screaming in pain. Many of the people who passed by him tried calling out to him, only to have him glare unceremoniously at their antics. Eventually, the hallway was empty.

Aw, finally! Yuki cheered quickly before a wave of nausea flooded his senses. He sat down nearby the side of the hallway, back flattening against the wall, cooling his heated skin. He sighed in relief as some of the pressure leveled out somewhat.

Geez, the time they finally get together is the time I need her the most. Yuki grumbled in his thoughts as they turned to feelings of Kyo and Tohru. But, what now for me?

Yuki would never admit it, but there had been a tiny part of him that wished Tohru had given up on Kyo and fell in love with someone else (preferably him). But, Tohru knew who she loved and wanted and had no trouble expressing it. Kyo, being the dunderhead he was, welcomed Tohru with open arms.

DAMN!!

Of course, Yuki was not too thrilled with the idea of Stupid Cat and Tohru together. But, he wasn't going to stand in their way, if that's what they wanted.

Man, I just wish I could talk to someone about this! Maybe, someone who'd crack a joke then get serious and give good advice! Or someone who would help me get back at that idiot or—BLEH! Yuki clutched his mouth, gagging at the mess that threatened to spill forward from his stomach.

Yuki didn't know when he did, but at one point, he had fallen over and lost all ability to sit up on his own. He tried to pull himself up, but could feel his strength failing! He groaned in pain and clenched his fist.

"DAMN CAT!" He cried out. Before slipping into unconsciousness, he remembered seeing a girl rush over to his side and felt their arms scoop him upward.

Yes, he had transformed in that girl's arms.

A/N: WOOT! DONE, YEAH!!
All: (Party and celebrate)

Jimmy: (Drunk) 'Ep, ima fatca gurl Uki ell in lova wit.

Kyo: (Thinks on it and gives up) What?!

Yuki: (Translating Jimmy's gibberish) Yes, I am in fact the girl Yuki fell in love… WAIT, I DIDN'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU DUNDERHEADED DRUNK!

Tohru: (Trying to keep the peace) Well, you still got a wonderful friend!

Jimmy: (Hiccups) 'N a exy eye wit…

Kyo: ENOUGH FOR MY VIRGIN EARS!

All: (Stares)

Me: Lol, Kyo's not been laid!

Kyo: Shut up! I'm waiting for when I get married!

Yuki: Oh, that poor girl! How's she going to handle all that stamina?

Jimmy: Lol, tat wuz funny! Kyo-Kyo's a bed-wetter too!

Yuki: He must be practicing or something.

Kyo: SHUT UP, YOU DAMN DRUNKS!

Me: Yow! I may have to rate this T. Anyway, ttly! R&R, too!

Yuki: Eh, where are you going Jimmy?

Jimmy: (Giggles) I'm gonna puke.