They morning hung on Yuki's shoulder's, weighing him down like so much led. He slowly crawled out of his bed, groping around with his eyes squinting, for a robe. He threw it on carelessly as he pulled open the door. "What is it?" Yuki spat at the red head in his door way, quite loathingly.

"Hey! Don't be so rude, you damn rat!" retorted Kyo is his usual hostile tones. "I just wanted to tell you something!" Yuki glanced at him expectantly; Kyo hesitated.

Yuki said, "Well?" This got the cat riled up once again. He shook his fists as his eyes bulged in their sockets.

"SHIGURE HAS BEEN WRITING A FRICKING NOVEL ALL NIGHT!" Yuki was stunned: no one had ever seen Shigure write even a note on some paper or sign a check. Maybe that's why Mitchan was so antsy. I wonder what that idiot is up to now...Yuki considered the idea that Shigure was actually working. He related this idea to Kyo. "Naaahhh. No way is Shigure working. He's definitely making trouble." Without another word, the two ran down the stairs. Is it the full moon? Kyo wondered. Is Shigure sick?

As they turned into the kitchen, both boys froze. Yuki stopped in his tracks, but Kyo skidded down the room and knocked a plate off the table Shigure sat at. He was typing on his type writer at an even pace, smiling and wiggling his shoulders as he went. He stopped as soon as the dish hit the ground. "Well Kyo, it's not even 7:00 and you've managed to break something..." He turned around in his chair and caressed the wall's frame gently. "At least you didn't break the house," he paused, "That reminds me, how is Kagura?" Kyo exploded.

"HOW SHOULD I KNOW??!! SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!" He ran forward and threw a punch at the writer who sat, looking innocent and shocked, as Kyo's badly aim jab slammed right through the canvas.

"My, my, it seems I spoke too soon." Shigure stood up and stretched. "I've been up writing all night. I just can't get over these characters. They're almost as amazing as our dear Tohru." As if on cue, Tohru Honda skipped into the now hectic kitchen; her wide grin transformed immediately into a look of shock and then horror.

"What's happened? Ahh! Kyo are you hurt? Do you need antiseptics? AHHH! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I should have stayed with Shigure, its ALL MY FAULT!" Startled, exhausted, and bewildered, she collapsed into Yuki's arms. There was a burst of light and uproar. Everyone saw Yuki's tail from under Tohru; she had fallen on top on him.

"Oh my God! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! Yuki, forgive me!" She burst into tears. Yuki assured her it was alright and before the chaos had dwindled down completely, Shigure began to enter his own world. He thought all sorts of strange things that fit him by nature.

I wonder if this might be an excuse to take Tohru to school...she really has worked too hard. I do also want to see some pretty high school girls! No, no, he scolded himself. I should stay here and develop my story. It's excellent so far...

"SHIGURE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Kyo cried. He was furious that Shigure had let his mind wander when Tohru was talking. Who does he think he is? Tohru even washes his stinking underwear, but he has no gratitude. Jesus. Shigure simply replied that he was meditating.

"It strengthens the heart and soul, you know. I need it to perfect my stories. You should really find inner peace, Kyo; you too Yuki." Yuki's mind had wandered too.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Maybe I should," blurted Yuki. His thoughts were always shattered with the sound of Shigure's voice. The fool, giving me advice; I'm not the pervert here.

And so Kyo, Yuki, and Tohru set off for school. Shigure ran his fingers through his hair nonchalantly.

"So, come here often?" He sat next to his type writer and ran his fingers gently over the keys. "You look quite nice today; wear black more often, it is very sliming on you." He laughed to himself. I really need a date. Maybe it's not healthy to be lonely. I should be married by now. So he began to type.

Yume slowly came out of her bedroom. From the front of the door one saw her revealing one small part of herself at a time. Finally she was down the hall and near the sweeping staircase she had always admired. She eloquently stepped onto each step. She was careful in her delicate shoes, as though the steps were the rungs of a ladder. Those silk slippers matched her beautiful green eyes, which sparkled like the sun reflecting off fresh green grass. Her evening gown was a midnight blue, and its low cut revealed her skin and her soft...

Shigure paused. He had heard a quiet noise: a soft rapping sound coming from the main hallway. He followed the taps to find a beautiful girl with green eyes that shone intensely.

"Hello, I'm Mana Mimosa. I am your new neighbor." Shigure stared at her, transfixed. "Hello?" Mana was a bit impatient, and Shigure liked it.

"Your eyes sparkle like sun reflecting off fresh green grass," he cried suddenly. It was the first thing that had come to mind.

"You seem to have thought that out, did you use it before?" Mana asked curiously. She sounded neither demanding, nor eager. He pondered: a neighbor deep in the woods? Does she live in a tent?

Shigure was stunned by her personality. He recognized it from someone he knew, from...

"It's your looks and the way you speak. You sound like a friend of mine." Mana announced that she hoped whoever his friend was, she or he better be nice and attractive. "Oh, I assure you," he laughed. "She's very much both." He told her to wait and he brought her of all things, a fruits basket. He chuckled as he thought of Tohru. Mana Mimosa went off on her way, walking the graceful way that Yume did.

"I met a girl today, Mana," Shigure commented, sipping his coffee.

"Oh?" Hatori said as he adjusted himself on Shigure's second favorite chair. He leaned forward and moved his legs back so he was more upright. He was fighting to stay awake. Did you Shigure? Good for you, just let me sleep. Work had taken its toll on Hatori."How is she?"

"How do you mean, Haa-san? What are you judging: face, body, brains, or attitude?" Hatori gave his "you better stop shitting around" look and Shigure laughed. "You know you started doing that when were 15? And she's a fox all right. I think I might invite her for dinner tomorrow night, you know: so she can get to know Tohru, Kyo, and Yuki."

"Why do you really want her over?" Hatori looked stern. He knew Shigure too well. The room brightened as the sun fought through the clouds. The living room was glowing with sunlight and Shigure's thoughts. How can he know? I love the way Hatori knows it all. Shigure also felt a bit guilty and even kind of dirty. "You are worse than Ayame, selling dresses for men. You are trying to get a date, or more, aren't you?"

"Not this time," Shigure said calmly, "Not today, Hatori. I need her for my story."

"That makes it sound even more vulgar, Shigure, especially knowing your brand of fiction. Stay away from those thoughts. Please." Shigure feigned surprise.

"Why not?" he asked, like a curious school boy. But they both knew...Akito wouldn't like it.