Not good at introduction at all so I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter! I've noticed that the Furuba section of FF is kind of dead so I decided to contribute ^^. Let me know if you guys want more and I'll be sure to get straight onto it. Enjoy!

The rain was unforgiving sometimes.

When she had awoken, the first thing she took note of is that she was on the ground. She knew because the saturated dirt was beginning to impress itself aground her face, hardening in some areas where the water could not reach it. It tucked itself into her hair and she could feel it running up her thighs through her torn skirt. Her fingers tentatively pressed themselves into the cold earth and let it arouse the rest of her senses at the sensation of the low temperature. Her mind was still at a low buzz, the static overlaying the question and confusion that were supposed to be filling her head. All that she could register were the low murmurers and footsteps that crossed this way and that.

I'm in the way again, aren't I Mom?

There was no use nor point in trying to figure out where she was exactly. She had no place to be at to begin with. She had no obligations, nor did she have anyone that would even take notice she was gone.

She stretched her leg and immediately was greeted with a shooting pain in the thigh. She winced, her breath drawing back as she returned to her original position and running soft fingers against herself. She tried to roll onto her side but once more had to stop due to her lower side crying out in protest with more tight recognized pain. She clasped it, her breath becoming more labored than before but still hushed to avoid drawing attention.

But of course, she had forgotten all about her injuries. She tenderly rubbed herself until the last of the soreness began to ebb away. She must've strained herself too much during the walk and passed out again. She was hitting herself mentally for being so careless.

She did, however, want to get out of the rain as soon as possible. It was late February so there was yet to be any sign of rising temperatures. There was still a lump sum of piled snow to be spotted behind grocers and in neighborhoods. To make matters worse, every rainfall in the late month was guaranteed to be dreadfully and profoundly cold.

Her entire body ached all over. She felt as though if she didn't keep conscious she would melt into the mud and disappear completely. Waves of nausea came up her stomach at times, but she swallowed it away and gulped deep breaths to keep it down. Her hair began to cling to the sides of her cheek, clumping together in tangles of brown. Water began to pelt at her harder, soaking through her unfortunately too thin blouse and beginning to freeze her thinned body.

She heard another set of footsteps towards her direction, but they were quicker and heavier than the ones heard before. The vibration went straight to her head and began to aid a forming migraine. They seemed to have a sense of purpose to them, an actual destination to go to. A drive. She kept her eyes shut and waited for them to pass but they only drew nearer. The waves were beginning to overpower her; she could feel herself going under.

"My god,"

The voice made things several times worse. Her entire body coiled back in agony, going up her spine in a relentless flame until it shot up to her temples. She gasped, splats of oranges and reds filling her vision and feeling herself go hazy. It rang inside her ears and she could feel them begin to heat up too, shutting her eyes and swallowing her own sick repeatedly.

"What the hell did they do to you?"

She wasn't able to even make the attempt to speak. Foreign fingers brushed the back of her neck and she immediately felt another throb of burning passion surge through herself. A smell of burning carnage suddenly filled her nose, followed by purples and browns blotting her eyesight much more. She wanted to cry out, to writhe, but her body was at the point of exhaustion where only hot tears would suffice for her suffering. Another set of fingers clung around where the back of her knees was, the pain now subsiding to a low but biting throb. She felt herself being lifted off the ground and her face being pressed into thick fabrics.

"You just have to trust me, alright?"

The voice was sickening to her, and she didn't have any idea why. Just hearing it made her feel every negative emotion possible climb up her throat and want to vomit out her mouth. It made her head scream and her body want to reject anything having to do with it. It made her senses feel things she didn't want to feel and made her think things she didn't want to think. And at the same time, it was all too familiar for her not to hear it again. Always in the way. These were her last thoughts before the exhaustion and the comfort of the leather dragged her under the waves.

"Is blacking out in the streets some sort of pastime to you?"

She focused on her knees when he spoke, counting the number of bug bites and trying to give a name to the different shades and colors of her bruises. The back of her head thought about the number of ways to prepare various dishes, and she recited the lyrics to her favorite song too, anything to not have to focus completely on his voice. He carried a very mocking, almost scornful tone that made her want to curl up completely. It was both sneering and yet intriguing at the same time. A headache it came with was beyond horrid.

"I must've pushed myself beyond my limit, I guess didn't realize how tired I was."

The feeling of humiliation crept up to her cheeks and she lowered her gaze even more. She recognized pity all too well and could see it even without directly looking at it. She wanted to do nothing more than be out of the I-weep-for-you gaze and get back to her own place. She stood up and gave a small bow to him, her voice quiet and meek.

"I'm sorry for all trouble, sir. I'll try to be more aware of my surroundings next time. If you don't mind, I'll get going immediately and be ou-."

"I don't want you going back out there"

For the first time, she met eyes with him.

It was difficult to hide the gasp that slipped through her lips. In fact, It was hard to hide any sort of reaction when staring at works of complete brilliance. His eyes carried a smoldering light to them that could only be explained as lustrous, deep vermillions with flecks of terracotta and copper bending in the light, almost burning through anything his hard, calculating stare met. His hair, amazingly, was color-coded with it in a warm tangerine hue.

As she stared, she felt another match being lit inside her chest. The flame spread along her entire body and hues of reds and oranges began to spot her vision again. His voice began to bounce around in her ears. What's the matter with me? She quickly turned away and muted the feeling.

"Come again?" she managed.

He held his stare on her, his eyes carrying a dejected glow to them, resembling a dying flame. "I really-I can't let you go out there again." he let out a long huff of breath, rubbing his eyes tenderly. "I mean, just look at yourself. I would be a pretty shitty person if I did."

She didn't need to. No mirror could communicate better than the judging eyes of others that she looked pathetic and unruly. If the torn clothes didn't tell her, the dirt did. If the didn't dirt didn't tell her, the bruises did. And if that didn't tell her, the thoughts that kept her awake made sure to do the job.

"Thank you for your concern sir, but I'm sure I could I can find a place to sleep for the night."

That was a lie.

"If you were able to, I don't think you'd be wondering the streets in the first place."

He knew it was a lie.

Tohru felt the more the conversation pressed on, the more confused she became with the boy standing in front of her. She didn't have a single idea who he was, and yet he was persistent on her staying with him. She couldn't get near him without feeling her entire body have a sharp pain go right through it or her senses getting mixed up. His looks were peculiar, and his voice made her feel an array of emotions she wasn't sure she wanted to feel.

"Who are you?" she blurted.

His breathing froze, his breath catching in his lungs. His mouth parted open for nearly a second, as if he was about to say something but decided not to. Suddenly, he took a step forward and his hand reached towards her, but she took a step backward in response. His hand lowered. His eyes lowered as well.

"What the hell am I doing?" he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Go sleep wherever you want to, doesn't matter to me. Just don't be passing out in the middle of the street anymore." his voice carried defeat in it, making Tohru's heart begin to twinge. He turned on his heel, beginning to walk to the hallway.

"You just have to trust me, alright?"

Go after him.

"Wait!" she burst. He stopped but did not look at her. Her mind became static when she tried to think of something to add on. She forced her brain to form any sort of string of words that could keep his attention and spilled it out of her mouth."I'm.., I'm not too sure of.., well, I don't know ..your name."

She waited, and finally heard something of a snicker come out of him.

"Sleep here, and maybe you'll find out tomorrow.

She found the next day that he went by Kyo.