Second chapter! I just wanted to remind people that I obviously don't own Fruits Basket, but I wish I did. I do, however, own Emery Sullivan, so it's a small victory.

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I walked Tohru home from school, I noticed how she seemed to be in a daze, a trance of some sort. Her eyes sleepily half-closed, and her back slightly slumped. Was this all because she fainted? We reached home, neither of us had said a word to each other. As we got into the house, she excused herself up to her room to nap. When she got halfway up the stairs, I cleared my throat, making her turn around. Her brown hair wisped over her shoulder delicately, as I took in her beautiful looks.

"Tohru, I…Uh, that kid, Sullivan," I said quickly. I watched as her dazed eyes snapped into reality, with a stunned look. I continued. "He's not that bad, you know. I… well, we're gonna hang out, or whatever. Try fighting a little. Is that okay with you?" She did not say anything. This was so unlike her. Did he bother her this much? Is there something I'm oblivious to? She nodded her head slowly.

"Its fine," she said, her voice seeming pretty cheerful, but her smile was surrounded by ghost-white flesh. "I don't see why you' have to ask me, though,"

"Because he makes you nervous, I can see it. I'm not blind, Tohru." She blinked back tears.

"He doesn't…" she began, choking on tears that were coming from her eyes. I made a move to come up the stairs, but she thrust her arms over her eyes and wheeled up the stairs.
"I'm sorry, Kyou! I just need to be alone right now…" and she disappeared behind her door. I walked up the stairs, facing her door. It was locked, and I could hear her soft sobs from behind it. I rested my head on the cool wood.
It hurt that she was hurting. I hated knowing she was in pain. But even worse, it hurt that she wouldn't tell me why she was hurt; why she was scared. I thought we'd be able to share, to confide in each other when something like this would happen.

"Tohru," I said quietly. I hear her shift on her bed. "Why are you doing this? Your mother wouldn't understand why you're acting like this. I think… I think she'd be disappointed in you, Tohru." Twenty seconds of total silence, then the door opened. Tohru stood there, holding her mother in her hands. I'm sure her eyes were flooding with hurt, but her bangs covered them. She thrust her mother's photograph into my arms, and then shut the door. I heard the lock click.

What is she doing? What has happened to her? This is not the girl I asked to be my girlfriend… Kyoko's photograph was all she had, and she had thrown it at me like a used book.

"I love you." I whispered to the door, clutching Kyoko to my chest tightly. I walked to my room. I'm glad that I told her that, before she left.

I found the note on her pillow. I found most of her clothes gone. I found myself crumbling to my knees. And Yuki found me crying. Me. Crying.

Dear Kyou,

I have to leave, and I don't know when I'll be home. I know I haven't been acting like myself lately, and I'm sorry. But I can't tell you why. Maybe someday. I love you Kyou, you've made my life so much more beautiful. But, we can't be together. Please don't hate me. Maybe one day, everything will all work out.

Love, Tohru.

"She left?" Yuki said disbelievingly. I heard the tremors in his voice. All I could do was nod, trying to comprehend that my girlfriend had just left our home, and left me. Yuki reached out, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to school," he said quietly. "She'll come home when she's ready." I silently lifted myself from the floor, and followed him out of the room, only looking back once.