Pointless Kyo/Tohru drabble. Thanks for reading anyhow! If you leave a comment, I'll be sure to check out some of your stories as well!

(on my computer, Shigure auto corrects to Seizure…)

- Hope

Kyo sat completely still, breathing in the night air. It filled his lungs, and he couldn't help himself from sighing loudly. The grass was wet from heavy showers, winter making its transition into spring.

The sound of a door opening, and there was suddenly a hand on Kyo's shoulder.

"Kyo, will you come inside and eat dinner with me?" Came a small, fragile voice.

Kyo didn't move.

He stayed sitting on the cold porch.

"Kyo?" The voice came again, soft, sweet, like a noise Kyo loved, but he couldn't quite place it. Not bells, he never understood how someone's voice could "chime like bells".

Tohru's voice was like springtime. There was no other way to describe it. It was warm, and made you want to stay and enjoy it for longer. Spring was his favourite season.

Get a grip, Kyo thought to himself.

He still didn't answer Tohru.

"Kyo? Please come inside for dinner."

"I don't want whatever Shigure made." His voice came out harsh, and sharper than he meant for it to be.

Tohru's hand was still resting on his shoulder; he could feel her hand through the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

Why was she still there? Kyo didn't understand why she was being so persistent. Most people would have given up by now; most people wouldn't even have come out looking for him. But Kyo had learned lately that Tohru wasn't most people.

The air was cold, but there was hardly any wind, and Kyo was content to spend the rest of the night staring down at the wet grass.

"Shigure and Yuki aren't here. I made us dinner, for just the two of us," Tohru said happily. Even though Kyo couldn't see her face, he had no doubt that she was smiling, unaffected by his cold character, as usual.

Kyo's head slowly turned around until his entire body was facing Tohru. As he predicted; a smile.

"Dinner? For… for the two of us."

"Yes! Now come on before it gets cold," Tohru said, grabbing Kyo's arm and pulling him up.

Kyo looked down at Tohru's small hands as she pulled him into the house. They were warm on his cold arm. He couldn't help the tinniest smile crawling onto his face.

Spring would always be his favourite season.