This is my first Fruits Basket fanfic and one with no romance! I don't own Fruits Basket. R&R!
Yuki P.O.V.~
Tohru. Watching the blood stream from her mouth. Kyo, Tohru and I went to a party but then there was an attack. More like an assassin. The person was targeting the poor girl. She broke the curse. Then they decided it was time for her to die. Kyo and I were shot with tranquilizer darts and then tied to a wall with chains. Tohru was on a table screaming. The woman evilly laughed then pulled out a dagger with markings along it. She slid the dagger along her fingers and then developed a sly smile. She touched the tip to Tohru's collar bone. Tohru shook in fear. "Not good enough," the woman said. She touched the dagger with a keltic design to Tohru's stomach. "NO!" Tohru screeched. She was 5 months pregnant with Kyo's child. Kyo kept on yanking at the chains and trying to make a sound but he was gagged, and so was I. The woman plunged the dagger into Tohru's stomach then slid the knife higher and higher while Tohru screamed and cried. My eyes started to feel wet and Kyo was sobbing. Crimson blood gushed from the wound and Tohru continued to scream. The woman reached her hand into Tohru's stomach and yanked the unborn baby out and swung it in front on Tohru. Tohru tried to scream but she gurgled and began to choke on her own ruby red blood. The woman licked the blood off the dagger then left the room. We were attached from the room behind and then the woman freed us. She left a knife on the table that said sweet dreams. Kyo sobbed and comforted Tohru. "I love you Kyo... and you as a brother... Yuki... Kyo please put me out of my misery," Tohru gurgled while handing the knife to Kyo. One last salty tear fell from her eyes and then Kyo kissed her lightly. He lifted the knife and stabbed her in the heart.
I couldn't bear going to the funeral. The funeral was not just Tohru's, but Kyo's too. After Tohru died Kyo whispered, "It's all my fault," then stabbed himself through the heart with the same knife used to put Tohhru out of her misery. I called Shigure to get them and I went home. My wife died a few days ago. She got hit off a cliff on her way home from driving.
I found the dark room that had once tortured me as a kid and explored it. My fingers skimmed the wall pealing off my old dry blood. I shut the door and sat in solitude. Everyone is dead. I can't go on living like nothing happened. Shigure has wanted me to get help but there's no religion, medicine, or therapist that could save me. I am dead already. Inside and soon, outside. I picked up the knife in the back corner and slit my wrist once for each person that I couldn't save. I felt numb. I knew blood loss was an issue. I made lacerations for each of the people I ever longed to kill. I lied my head on the cold ground. Everything went numb including my mind and I died.
Peaceful ending eh? R&R!