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Don't Go, Kyo!

Kyo and Tohru were alone that evening, left to their own devices since Yuki and Shigure had to attend a dinner at the main house.

Tohru looked up at the clock in the sitting room. It was almost five o' clock.

She wandered up the stairs to find Kyo and ask if him if he would like to help her with dinner. She wandered into his room and there she found him, sitting on his haunches, bent over double, by the window

"Kyo-kun?" Tohru whispered tentatively. When he did not seem to hear her, she moved closer, leaning down to try and get a better view of his face. She was startled to hear restrained sobs slip from him.

Do you actually love that woman? . . . You think you have the right to fall in love? You think you'd be allowed such a thing? . . . The best thing would be for you not to exist . . . Be a good boy . . . during the short time you have left, living on the 'outside.'

"Kyo-kun . . ."

Kyo's head snapped up and he gave a gasp as if just noticing her presence, which he probably did. A loose tear slipped down his cheek.

"Tohru . . ." he croaked, but then he seemed to remember himself and quickly ran his sleeve over his wet eyes. He stood up. "Is dinner ready yet?" He moved towards the door and was about to step into the hall when was stopped by a tug on his sweatshirt. Kyo turned to see Tohru grasping his sleeve with an outstretched hand. Tohru's head was bowed as if she had an invisible weight on her neck. Kyo then saw a tear fall beyond her brown bangs to the floor.

"I love you, Kyo-kun! Please don't go to that room!" Tohru burst out, her entire body trembling. Immedietly, she put a hand to her mouth as if to try and pull the words back in. She wretchedly waited in silence for Kyo's response. He was silent for a moment.

"Who told you about that?" He asked in a startled voice.

She stared at Kyo's bare feet. "Akito-san." Tohru saw his fist clench for a moment then unclench. She continued to stare at his feet. Her heart plummeted when she saw them move away.

"Come on," he said shortly. "Lets go make dinner."

Tohru felt as if her legs would buckle under her, but somehow she stemmed her tears and followed Kyo down the steps.

The kitchen seemed smaller than usual as they worked in silence. Tohru mindlessly stirred the batter she was preparing to coat sliced codfish with. Kyo stood next to her, their shoulders occasionally brushing. Kyo was appeared immersed with the rice cooker, as if trying to forget her presence. Tohru felt tears prick her eyes again. She wanted nothing more than to run from the kitchen, no, the entire house or even better, rewind time and prevent herself from saying those three fateful words.

"He doesn't love me," she thought. "I'm just a friend, actually, not even that anymore. I've ruined everything!" Tohru was moments away from acting on her first impulse of running away when she felt Kyo's lips suddenly brush against her ear.

"Tohru . . ." he breathed and nuzzled his face into her hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier. I was startled." was his tremulous whisper. "I never thought I'd hear you say that." Before Tohru could react in any way Kyo was kissing her.

Everywhere.

Her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, her nose, and then for a moment, lingering over her lips before capturing them with his own. The kiss was sweet and long. Tohru felt as though she was being immersed in hot water and she hardly knew herself. She was aware of Kyo alone.

Kyo's lips made their way down to her neck and he trailed agonizingly slow, tender kisses from the hollow of her throat to the upper half of her chest that was exposed by her square cut collar.

Kyo raised his head. The color of his cheeks matched his hair and his breathing was labored. "In case . . . you're . . . still . . . wondering . . . I love you . . ."

"Kyo-kun, I'm so happy!" Tohru breathed, her smile so large that it hurt her cheeks. She let out gasps with every single moment of contact. It was all so wonderfully new to her. Tohru combed her fingers through his orange hair, caressing each strand. Kyo moved his lips back onto hers. Tohru jerked her head back in surprise when she had felt his tongue lightly touch her lips.

Tohru opened her eyes to meet Kyo's, which were clouded with passion.

"I'm sorry, Tohru, I didn't mean to st—"

"I was startled, but I don't mind," Tohru interjected shyly. Kyo grinned a little mischievously, reminding Tohru of a cat for a moment. Kyo pressed his lips to hers again and when his tongue touched her mouth she opened a little bit and let him in. Kyo moaned and forgetting himself, wrapped his arms around her and together they slid to the floor.

It took a few moments for their passion-besotted minds to process the absence of a certain ancient reaction.

"Kyo-kun! You're not—"

"I noticed! How . . . ? This means I won't have to . . ." Kyo suddenly heard in his head an anguished scream that sounded a lot like Akito mixed with another voice, a deeper, more ancient sounding one. Kyo was about to futiley hold his hands to his ears but then the scream disappeared as quickly as it came.

Just then the telephone rang. Tohru answered it.

"Moshi, moshi? . . . Hana-chan!"

"Hello, Tohru-chan," answered Hanajima. "I called because the strangest thing happened. The oppressive psychic pressure I've been feeling lately has suddenly vanished. What happened?"

"Well—" Suddenly, the sound of a car honking excitedly reached her ears. "I have to go now, Hana-chan, but think I can explain it next time I see you at school!"

"Very well, take it easy on yourself."

"I will, bye Hana-chan."

"Goodbye."

No sooner had Tohru hung up the phone did Shigure and Yuki come bursting through the door with Hatori on their heels. All of them hugged Tohru at once.

"Hey!" Kyo finally recovered himself. "Let go! You idiots are going smother her!"

"It's gone . . ." Hatori said quietly.

"I wonder how . . ." Yuki began.

Shigure "hmmm'd" then looked at Tohru and Kyo, noting the still flushed countenances and the swollen lips.

"AH! LOVE SAVES THE DAY!" He shouted with a dramatic pose.

Hatori and Yuki then also inspecting the two ravished teens.

"Oh . . ."

Kyo opened his mouth to protest when, glancing at Tohru's blissfully happy face, he changed his mind. He put his arm around Tohru's waist and gently drew her against him. Then put on a sure expression.

"That's right!"

"Well, congratulations to you both," Hatori said with the biggest smile that Shigure hadn't seen in a long time. The former dog was equally pleased. So pleased in fact that he was actually inspired to actually start on his two hundred-page manuscript, due tomorrow, of course. Shigure was even more excited because now he could mess with his editor more by suddenly hugging in the middle of one of her tirades, make her all flustered so that she would forget what she was saying, then pretend he never did it.

"If you would all excuse me," Yuki suddenly said, moving towards the door, I have a meeting to go to."

"Oooh!" exclaimed Shigure, "I bet it's a meeting with a girl."

Yuki paused and with a mysterious smile on his face he answered, "Yes, in fact."

This took both Shigure and Hatori's attentions to Yuki. Shigure ran after him with questions but got the front door closed in his face. With a sigh he turned back to Kyo and Tohru. The two adults saw then that they had escaped.

"I know where they went!" Shigure said gleefully. He was about to ascend the stairs when Hatori grasped the collar of his yukata.

"Leave them alone."

"You're no fun."

Tohru and Kyo lay comfortably on the rooftop, looking at the stars. Tohru was nestled in Kyo's arms, sighing contentedly. There they stayed until dawn paled the night sky, Kyo kissing the back of her ear every now and then and Tohru reaching up and lovingly stroking his face.

"My precious . . . precious . . . Tohru," Kyo murmured into her hair. "I love you so much, it's ridiculous."

The End (of their story)

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Yuki and Machi! Yay!

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