Rain splattered on the window as Tohru peared outside. She knew it wouldn't be long until the Somahs found out her secret. It had already been one year since she had moved in with them and they had no idea what her past was really like.
Flashback:
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Mother."
Drip.
"Mother. Open the door."
Drip.
"Mother. It's been over a year now. Please. I want to go home."
Drip.
"Mother, please."
End.
Gently, she grabbed the box that she had hidden under her bed. Opening it, she pulled out an old, golden locket. Putting it on, she hurried out the door. It was time for her to start cooking dinner.
"Shigure. Would it be okay if I was to go out tomorrow afternoon?" Tohru softly asked.
"Of course. You don't have to ask." He replied, laughing. "Ah, does out little flower have a date?"
"What? No, of course not, it's nothing like that!" she said, startled. "It's been 10 years since the death of my father. I was going to go and decorate his grave with some flowers" She replied, smiling.
"Oh dear. 10 years is quite a long time. Are your friends going along with you?"
"No, it's just me." Tohru said, still smiling.
"Then it's settled. We'll come with you!" Shigure said, overcome with joy.
"What? Oh, no, you don't have to do that" Tohru said frantically.
"Nonsense! It's our pleasure!" Shirgure replied, smiling.
"Oh, thank you very much. I better be heading off to school now, I don't want to be late."
"Tohru's signals have been a bit strange lately. Do you think she's okay?" Hana murmured to Uo.
"It's getting close to the anniversary of her father's death. Maybe that's it." Uo replied.
"Maybe. But it feels like she's more anxious than sad." Hana said.
"Well, it's the first year she's going without her mother." Uo whispered.
"Yes, I believe you're right." Hana said, unsure.
Tohru slowly scrubbed the floors of the office building that she worked in. She knew things were never going to be the same after tomorrow.
Flashback:
A girl with long, white hair kneels in the middle of a dimly lighted room. She holds a child in her arms. Tear drops drip from her face to the child's.
"Yin." she whispers.
"He's not breathing" she says in a shaky voice.
"Yang." A deeper voice says.
"He's dead. He's not coming back" a young man says, putting his hand on the girls shoulder.
The girl starts to sob. "He can't be dead. He can't be. We're all we have. We can't lose him." She cries.
A single tear falls from the man's face. "Yang. You have to let go. He's gone. He's in a better place."
The girl nods her head and hands the man the child. "I'll take care of Aimee. Give him to Mother when she comes. Ask her to bury him." The girl says in a dead voice.
"Be safe." The boy replies.
End
Buttoning up his suit, Shigure steps outside of the house.
"Where are you going?" Yuki asks as soon as he sees the suit.
"With our little flower." Shigue sings.
"Where to?" He asks.
"To the cemetery to visit her father with her. Are you two coming?" Shirgue says in a good mood.
"Of course I am. Why the hell didn't you tell us sooner?" Kyo says, stopping his training.
"Sure" Yuki responds. "As long as that stupid cat doesn't cause any trouble."
"Who are you calling stupid?!" Kyo shouts.
"We are leaving as soon as Tohru finished getting dressed. I advise the two of you to hurry." Shigure steps in.
Tohru looks into the mirror as she applies her contacts. Her eyes were too unnatural to be seen in public places, one white and the other black. She knew that if she didn't disguise herself, she would be recognized. And that was just something she couldn't afford. Today was different though.
She left the room and walked downstairs to see all Shigue, Kyo, and Yuki dressed in black and ready to go.
"All three of you are coming?" she asks politely.
"Of course, we would love to show your father how much we care." Yuki replies.
The four of them walk out of the door and headed toward the cemetery. There's no going back now, is there. Tohru thinks to herself.
"Hello father" Tohru says, kneeling by a gravestone. She places the flowers she brought, a bouquet of dragon lilies on his gravesite. The three men step to the side as a younger woman walks by, heels clacking on the stone walkway. She is beautiful with her red, silk dress and her short black hair. Tohru continues to kneel, takes a deep breath and waits until the women is directly behind her.
"Hello Mother."