Tohru was worried. Though she tried to hide it behind a cheerful façade, Kyo could sense it. She was tense and worry lined every movement of her body. Even the blue of her eyes had shifted somehow so that Kyo could see every time she looked at him the fear and strain. When he'd confronted her about it earlier she'd finally confessed that lately Yuki had been acting strangely. He'd suddenly space out or completely ignore her while pretending that he was listening to whatever she said. She said that a few times she'd even caught him wincing in pain or flinching whenever she touched him. He'd tried to cover it up saying that he'd fallen or that he'd twisted his ankle but Tohru didn't believe him.
She'd told Kyo that earlier that day, after school, she'd gone to the main house to deliver the homework that Yuki had missed that day because of his absence. When she'd rang the door bell, to her shock and surprise Akito himself had answered the door.
"There was blood on his hands," Tohru had said. "Not a lot, but enough that I noticed it."
Kyo had wanted to remark that Tohru noticed everything but the unmasked worry on her face had him keeping his mouth shut.
"He said…" Tohru had continued, "He said that he'd cut himself with a knife, a kitchen knife but…"
She hadn't finished her sentence. Nonetheless Kyo had understood. But Akito never did anything for himself, let alone think to enter into the kitchen and cook himself a meal. Kyo had tried to laugh it off, saying that maybe Akito was trying to learn to care for himself, and Tohru, being Tohru, had dropped the matter and had put on a cheerful appearance. However Kyo's attempt at humor did not erase the worry from Tohru's eyes and he found himself beginning to doubt. He tried to push his doubt away. Yuki could take care of himself. And besides, why should he care about that stupid rat anyway?
