A/N: This chapter and this fic in whole is rated M for a reason. Once more, you've been warned.

Title: Bleed for me?

Author: Micahskitty

Summary: Tohru is crying for help through cutting. Who will hear her silent plea's? Or has she already gone over the edge?

Pairing(s): Tohru&&Haru, Tohru&&Kyo?

Songs: Dangerous Type-- Letters to Cleo

I hate this story, yet I love it. I can't explain it. Though in all honesty, I detest the first chapter. I really, really do. It was rushed, I guess, because I felt it was becoming too long for just one chapter. I don't know. I'm not sure this one is better... Tohru's explanation will be coming soon, so no worries there. AND AS ALWAYS, THANKS TO YOU GUYS WHO REVIEW AND MAKE MY DAY.

There are moments in life that you'll come to regret years later, when you're finally down the road and you're reflecting on your past and what brought you here. Tohru Honda and Hatsuharu Soham were currently experiencing the sting of betrayl as before them both stood Yuki Sohma, who walked in on a compromising situation. Crimson splotches appeared on the face of Tohru and Yuki, but Haru just removed his hand from Tohru's and moved away from her. The rat of the zodiac could only stare in shock at the sight before him, mesmerized by the actions he had witnessed those brief seconds he caught the couple off-guard.

"Sohma-kun!" Tohru managed after an awkward silence ensued. "I-I didn't expect to see you here. Is something wrong?" The features of the petite beauty quickly contorted from shock to concern as her mind began to wander; comtemplating what brought Yuki here; the Main House. He tended to avoid the place for the memories and beings that lay within it's confines.

The gray-haired Sohma shook his head, those pale cheeks of his tinged in crimson still as his steady gaze remained on Haru. "How long?" His voice was hoarse, as if the impact of the situation was finally hitting him.

With liquid grace and calm, Haru rose to his feet to move towards Yuki. Nudging his head to the right, the all too famaliar sign to go that way so the conversation could be held in private, he began moving towards the hall. A reluctant Yuki followed behind him, frown burrowing deeper on his lips when he caught Haru shooting an apologetic smile towards Tohru. She dismissed it of course, with a beaming smile as her scrawny arms adjusted her shirt. It was sleeve-less, revealing her scars to the people in the room, yet Yuki did not notice. His heart was racing, emotions coursing through his veins that ranged from hurt and jealously, to happiness and joy. The poor teen didn't notice the pain revealed in Tohru's flesh, caught up in his own issues as was usual. And perhaps a reason Tohru began this escapade to start with.

Creeping further down the hall as not to be overheard by Tohru, nor the maids that frequently passed his room with inqueries to his need, Haru stopped. Yuki paused, coming to a halt behind Haru as the ox turned to look at him with that impassive gaze, yet adoration still glimmering in his eyes. Haru still adored Yuki; still loved him, but Tohru had come to ease the pain in his heart, to silence the voice of insecurity in the back of his mind that he had hidden so well for all these years. Bearing the same scars as Tohru, understanding the torment and anguish she suffered, Haru couldn't help but love her even more so than his first, which was a feat rarely accomplished.

"This is where she's been?" Yuki inquired, breaking Haru of his thoughts and bringing reality crashing down upon them both. Those purple-ish hued eyes watched his opposite closely, desperatly longing for the truth of what he just witnessed.

Haru nodded, an antsy right hand coming to his hair to remove the stray strands from hanging in his face. Few things could get under the thick skin of Hatsuharu, but this situation was quite the predicament for everyone involved. When it was simply Tohru and Haru involved, everything was easy but now that they had another one included on the secret things would become difficult. Not to mention, Haru was all too aware of the feeling Yuki had and still held for the girl of both their affections. Haru wasn't sure any words could be used to ease the wounds inflicted on the already senstive being. Were there words for this, anyhow? Could he really ask for forgiveness? Should he?

"What?" Yuki was mastering this conversation thing today, finding words failed him altogther. And who could blame him? Afterall, he just caught what he assumed to be one his best friends nearly screwing the love of his life. "You knew how I felt about her..." Yuki trailed off, letting the rest go unsaid. Inside he was boiling, his own thoughts threatening to consume him as the scene seemed to burned into his retinas, implanted into his brain. It was his own personal hell, to witness the actions over and over again.

Haru shoved his hands into his pockets of the black cargo pants he wore, (Borrowed from Kyo, but never returned.), and could only shrug in response as it seemed words weren't his strong suit. The boy was ready to brace himself, preparing for a punch that he was sure Yuki would throw at him. But it never came. Yuki could only stare up at him, the hurt on display for all to say. Every bit of it was directed towards Haru, the tears starting to shine within his gaze were because of Haru and it made the snow-haired boy feel like shit.

"Look, Yuki," Haru began his apology, thinking of making amends for his actions but thought again. Why should he? Sure, he hurt Yuki with this little tete'-tet, but it's not like he was paying the girl much heed. If he spent more time concerned with his well-being instead of his own, maybe Yuki would have noticed that Tohru was screaming for some sort of help. Sure, she didn't go the right way for it, but she had done it nonetheless.

Yuki waited patiently, sure that an apology would come any minute and Haru and he would assume their usual relationship, the relaxed one, wherein Haru would advise Yuki on how to get the girl he sought after. Yuki would simply be waiting as Haru couldn't bring himself to say the words, no matter how much his mind said he should. His heart refused to go along with it.

Haru's mouth opened once more as if to apologize or state his reasoning for not offering any apology, but it closed once more as he caught sight of the petite figure's tenative approach. Yuki felt his body stiffen, he was aware of Tohru's approach though he could not see behind him. He could feel her, feel her moving towards her with those timid smile and that shy quirk of the lips.

"Honda-san," Yuki greeted, the gesture coming out harsher than intended.

Little Tohru was clad in a sweatshirt she found in Haru's dresser, the article of cloting hitting her at mid-thigh and successfully concealing the painful scars beneath the sleeves. Yuki was unaware, not putting two and two togther. Surely he noticed the lime green tank-top she wore previously? Didn't he note that she was wearing a sweater in summer? Once more, Yuki was blinded by his own pain and failed to notice the subtle things that meant the most.

Tohru took a stand at Haru's side, his own hand coming to meet her and offer strength if needed--for the both of them. This didn't go unnoticed by the rat, his face flushing in anger that was quelled when Tohru spoke up. "Hullo Yuki-kun." Hadn't we already done this? Shaking her head, Tohru beamed up at Yuki. "Did you need something? I mean, to come to the main house and all..." The unspoken words lingered in the air.

Giving a noncommital shrug, Yuki glanced backwards. "Just to check up on Haru." He seemed happier and I was just curious as to why... Guess I know now. "Uhm." Yuki was at a loss of what to say. What was there to be said? "I guess I'll be going... Student president duties to tend to. Take care, Honda-San." Bowing before her, hoping to conceal his little lie, he turned guilty eyes away and walked from the couple, fighting the urge to glance backwards to see if they were truly happy, or if Yuki could make her happier. The thoughts continued to race as he raced through the house, quick to escape before the memories swallowed him whole as his feelings were trying to do.

"Well, that was odd." Haru finally said in that bland tone of his, causing Tohru to look up at him with wide eyes. Finding her too cute for words, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before taking her head to lead the way back to his room. Once there, he grabbed that controller and went to working on that boss. He would beat the damned thing if it killed him, though he was all too aware of the pacing presence behind him.

"Careful of the--" Haru's words were silenced as Tohru stepped on and soon fell off the abadoned skateboard beneath a pile of his shirts. Falling on her butt caused pain to spike up through her body, which she rubbed sorely with a wince on her adorable features. "Skateboard." He finished lamely.

Tohru stood, rolling the sleeves of her sweatshirt up before gingerly rubbing her bum. "Owwie," The girl whimpered pathetically, massaging herself. "That hurt. You skateboard, 'Ru?"

Haru grinned, loving the way she reduced his name to something so... cute. "I used to." He shrugged, "You alright?" A brow was quirked as he studied her.

"Yep, just fine!" Tohru grinned, laying down on his bed after shoving a shoe from atop it.

Haru couldn't help but watch her as she moved. She didn't mean to, but the smallest of movements seduced him, made his mouth drool at the aspects before him. She was all his. But Haru had to be careful not to become too complacent as he did before, and as both Kyo and Yuki made the mistake of doing. Once more the game was on pause and Haru was moving towards his onigiri, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss before lying next to her.

Tohru was adapt to Haru's random moments where he'd kiss her, then completly turn away. Inwardly, she hated it. How she longed to pursue the relationship a bit more.

She's a lot like you...

The dangerous type.

Their hands became entwined as if was the norm' for the two, and it was. Whenever they were togther like this, they could do silly, but relaxing things. When Haru seemed upset over something, Tohru would make faces at him to cheer him up. Often it worked, but sometimes it didn't. At those times, she would just leave him be, avoiding irking the black side of him.

A giggle slipped from her, breaking the silence and causing Haru to open his heavy-lidded eyes to look at her. "Something funny?" He inquired, nudging her side with his elbow.

His contact got the desired result, more giggles that brought a grin to his normally stoic demeanor. Only she could do it. With something as meger as a sound of joy, he was able to escape the stoic facade he hid behind and show his emotions as normal human beings did. Rolling on his side he continued to tickle her, making her laugh and squirm under his touch. Amazing. He was laughing along with her, and slowly both of them started to heal the wounds of the past that remained visible in their eyes if one dared to look close enough.

Speaking of wounds... Haru seized the slender arm of the female at his side to glance as the scars marring the otherwise perfect flesh. As was the daily routine, he pressed tiny and light kisses to each and everyone as if his kisses would cause them to vanish. Physically, they would lessen and not be so noticable in apperance but they would never completly vanish... Emotionally, the scars embedded there, were quickly evaporating beneath his mouth and Tohru relished the feeling, basking in the light of healing and accepting the warmth it gave her.

Haru smiled inwardly as he watched Tohru bask in the attention. She never admit it aloud, but she enjoyed having someone that only looked to her. Admittingly, Haru needed Tohru as much as Tohru needed him. Was it a healthy relationship? Both depending on one another for the strength to go through the day? Perhaps, and it was the best relationship either of them had. Haru was not Tohru's first boyfriend, however. And one night they had discussed their previous relationships.

"His name was Kiley," Tohru informed her boyfriend after much arguement to avoid the topic. "I was in middle school at the time, and he was in high school. We were about five years apart in age." Inhaling a ragged breath, Tohru sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"He was the sweetest person I ever met. Even charmed Uo and Hana into liking him," For the first time in her life, Tohru spoke with bitterness and regret, nevertheless a consoling smile was forced on her lips as not to worry the lounging boy at her side. "After school he'd meet me at the gates to walk me home. Often he'd... Well, we'd stop in alley's where we would kiss me." Here, Tohru shook, recalling the memory so vividly. "I didn't want to. I was still young, you know? Only 13 at the time. But he wouldn't listen to my pleas. He didn't care.

"I allowed this to continue for a year, not even Hana, Uo nor Mom suspected anything. When he hit me, he was sure to avoid hitting my face. He said it was too pretty to be scarred." A choked laugh, tears threatening to follow, but Haru listened intently and had yet to offer comfort. "Mom was the first to know. She went to hug me and I winced, pulling back from the pain. He managed to break a rib, but I pretended everything was okay. I lied to her that night. Lied to her about everything, but still she knew.

"He came to the house a few days later, to pick me up for our date. I had forgotten. Mom answered the door, and she wasn't too happy to see him on our doorstep. They yelled a bunch, until Mom threatened to call the cops if he didn't leave. After that, he wouldn't speak to me. I thought I loved him, 'Ru. It pained me to know that I might have hurt him because of my own selfish actions. That day I decided that I would never again do anything just for me, especially if there was a chance it would hurt someone else.

"But, oh God was I stupid. Being young was no excuse. I let him take advantage of me, to abuse not only my physical well-being but he tarnished my emotional one as well. Do you see me, 'Ru? I'm broken. Discarded. Used." She held up her hands, staring down at the coldly as tears fell from her eyes. "Even my m-mother left me. If I couldn't keep her, what can I keep? Nothing! I deserve nothing! Yet they all give me what I want. And they watch me, 'Ru. With those eyes... They watch me and they adore me. They don't know, they just don't know!"

Her voice had rised in octave and Haru still sat there, gazing coolly up at her as he listened intently to her tale of self-pity and loathing.

"Can they not see? That I'm just some... toy to be played with and tossed away? I was so wrong in allowing them to fall in love with me. I'll hurt them, just by staying there, don't they see that?" Of course her 'they' was Yuki, Kyo and Shigure. "I'm Mary Sunshine," She whispered. "That's what I've become. I thought by being so bright and bubbly, I could make everyone happy. But I'm not, am I? I'm hurting them, aren't I? I cause them to question themselves, their feelings. I often force them into talking to me about problems of the past, and I believe that I can heal them... But how can I, 'Ru? I can't even heal myself!"

She held a pale arm up, examining her arm. "See? This is my version of healing. I take sharp things to my arm to feel the pain that I deserve, because I do deserve it 'Ru. This and so--"

He silenced her then, growing irritated and irked by her words. His kiss was hard, forceful, commanding her to surrender to it or be bruised. Oblingly she gave in, alebit confused, but nevertheless, gave in. Haru pulled away as abruptly as he came in, his face mere inches from her own as he spoke low and harsh.

"Don't you dare say you deserve pain, Tohru, because you do not. Do you hear me? Of all things you deserve pain is not one of them. That Kiley- that ass, he did not deserve you and you know it. Don't ever think you need to reduce yourself to levels like his. Yuki and Kyo love you, yes, even if they won't admit it. And they will and continue to question their feelings and themselves. We're teenagers, Tohru, not the rulers of the world, don't you see that? Not everything rests on your shoulders." Haru bowed his head, for some reason he was pissed.

Slipping off his bed, he slip the black jeans he wore down those slender legs of his, revealing a pair of silk boxers with blue flames dancing across them. The action caused Tohru to blush, tears slowing to nothing as she watched in silent confusion. From there he showed Tohru his inner thigh, the dozens of marks that covered his flesh, resembling the ones adorning her arm.

With shaky hands and cold fingertips she traced each and every scar with a deep sadness in her eyes. Each slice repesented the inner turmoil they shared. Every scar showed the secrets they hid from the world. A firm hand came to her cheek, gently massaging the side of her face. "Tohru, listen to me and listen closely. It's us who don't deserve you, you hear me? Don't. You. Ever. Fucking. Question. That." His last words were punctuated with tiny kisses to the tender palm of her own hands.

Haru often found himself dwelling on that night, the night they sealed the deal and offically became a private couple. At any time they could flaunt their relationship to anyone who cared to see. But Haru feared the consequences of their actions should they do so. Not only when they cause pain to Yuki (Not that mattered anymore, as he knew now.) and Kyo, but Tohru would most assuredly suffer. As their was a fan-club for Yuki and a starting one for Kyo, Haru had began to get his own little circle of fans. His adoree's were far more violent, most into something darker than normal arts and so forth. Should he see one of those girls do anything to Tohru, he'd likely return to his black side and deystroy not just a classroom... But the entire school. (Truly, he'd be doing a favor to every student, but his mom would get pissed.)

"'Ru?" Tohru spoke up, tearing him away from wherever he drifted off to.

"Mm?"

"Want to do something? Like get--" Haru's stomach let out a low growl, revealing it was on empty and needed a re-fill.

"Like to get some food and go on an actual date?" Haru winked slyly to his right, helping Tohru roll down the sleeves of his sweatshirt. A peck was placed on her cheek as the adoring sight of her wearing his clothes.

" A d-d-date? With 'Ru? In public?" To say her eyes widen would be an understatement. "Really?" The poor girl was nearly bursting with poorly contained excitement at the prospect before them.

Haru couldn't help but smile and took her hand in his to pull her off his bed, "Yes, really. Let's go." That said, the two moved to the exit for their very first date!

Of course, all good things must come to an end. And who other to end the fluffy charade than the God of them all? The very same God who watched from his room as the two left hand-in-hand. Thoughts and plots filled his head... He'd teach them a lesson. Oh, indeed he would.

A/N: So I lied. Maybe more than 4 chapter... Heh. And yes, that does admit to possible Kyo&&Tohru up there.. Depends on what you, the readers want. To let me know, message or more perferably, leave a review. Thanks and tootles. On to updating Crashed... Eheheh.