Disclaimer: I don't own Furuba.
Any Time
It was raining. He had been coming here for some time now, ever since Tohru had brought him along on the anniversary. He scanned the tombstones, looking for the name of the woman that had become his confidant. He shifted his umbrella a little and stopped in front her grave.
"It's me again," he said quietly. "I'm back. Sorry if I'm bothering you. I just needed to get away for a while."
Life at Shigure's house was getting more and more hectic. Graduation was getting closer. Tohru was frantically trying to find an end to the Sohma curse before Kyo was locked away. Kyo was becoming snappish and irate, more so than ever before. The only person he didn't get angry at on a regular basis was Tohru – he yelled at her about half as often as everyone else.
"I've told you about our curse," Yuki said to Kyoko's grave, examining the kanji as if they were the woman's face. "I don't know if you're disgusted by it or if you accept us, but I think you're okay with it. Tohru is. And she tells us so much about you that I sometimes feel like I know you.
"Your daughter is a blessing to us all. Being one of the Juunishi – it comes with a lot of pain. Tohru eases it, just a little at first, but more and more the longer she smiles. She's wonderful." Yuki smiled at Kyoko. "I know, I know, I've told you that before…"
He sat by the grave and stared up at the sky from beneath his umbrella. "My fan club tried to do something stupid again today. They confronted Tohru. Who knew girls were so violent? Tohru's fine, don't worry," he hastened to add, "she didn't even have to try and fight back. Not that she'd fight. There's no chance of that ever happening. No, Kyo and Haru came barreling out and chased them all away. I would have, too, obviously, but I'm the reason they target Tohru and I don't want to make that worse…" He looked down at his shoes and scuffed one of the soles against the wet concrete. The excuse sounded pathetic, even to his ears.
Somehow, though, Yuki got the feeling that Kyoko didn't mind.
"We had a test yesterday," Yuki offered. "We got it back today. Everyone did pretty well. Even that stupid cat passed. I got 97 percent. Tohru got a 90! She's getting a lot better in her study habits. She didn't do as well as she'd like, but you know Tohru. If it's not perfect, she's afraid that she's failed completely. Don't worry, we managed to calm her down. She's quite happy with herself now."
Yuki detailed the events since his last visit contentedly. He had been frustrated when he set out, tightly wound by the incredibly tense atmosphere in the house. Now he was relaxed and a little sleepy, even. Talking to Kyoko always did that. No one knew that he came here, so there was little chance of meeting anyone else, and he felt that Kyoko actually listened to him and cared what he said.
Eventually, though, the rain stopped and Yuki had been sitting silently at the grave for some time, enjoying being out of the house.
"I think I can face everything again," he said to Kyoko. "I'm going to go home. See you later."
He stood, shaking his umbrella a little bit. A few drops of water fell from it. Yuki walked away, back to the chaos of the world at large.
He left behind a young woman, sitting on the top of the grave, watching him go. She brushed her bright orange bangs out of her eyes and waved.
"Bye, Yuki," said Kyoko. "Come back any time."