I came outside in my uniform. My car was parked outside, and Cohaku was leaning on it. He was waving at me.

I had almost sneaked out the door when some caught my arm. I turned. It was Yuki.

"Where are you going?" he asked me.

"So, I guess Shigure told you about me," I said. "I'm going to school. Oh…did you need a ride?"

My magic must've fixed it so he went to my school, because he was wearing the uniform.

"Yes, I would," Yuki said, surprised that I asked.

"Just a second then," I said, and ran outside quickly.

"Took you long enough," said Cohaku.

"Not now, Cohaku!" I replied urgently. "You have to leave."

"We don't have time for your rebellious attitude," Cohaku replied. "Your mom and dad want to see you."

I was astonished for a moment. "But I-I'm twice-blessed. Wyatt hates me, and Chris…I still have nightmares."

"Kuri-san, please, listen to reason," Cohaku said. "I am their Whitelighter, too. They love you and want you home. They don't care about the past."

"I'm not going back," I said. "They can't make me."

"They're your parents, Kuri-san," Cohaku said. "At least think about it."

I sighed, and he orbed away. I turned and walked back to the front door, and opened it.

"So, are you ready?" I asked Yuki.

"Yes," he replied, following me out the door. "Is something wrong?"

I opened the door fiercely. "No," I said stubbornly. "Not really."

He didn't respond, just got in the car.

I drove silently to the school.

"Yuki…" I said. "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" he said. "For what?"

"For what I can't explain," I replied simply.

"What are you talking about, Kuri-san?" he asked.

I ignored the question, and pulled into a parking space.

"We're early," I said.

We got out of the car and went into the school. I went into an empty classroom and started to cry.

"Cohaku!" I yelled.

He orbed in. "Well, if you would just go see them then you wouldn't feel this way."

"Not nice," I replied. "H-How are they?"

"Doing fine," he said. "They miss you."

"I will go," I said softly. "After I sort out this Sohma mess."

Cohaku shrugged, and orbed away.

The door opened. "Are you Kuri-san?" said the girl I knew all too well. It was Tohru, and behind her were Hatsuharu and Momiji.

And I had had mascara streaks down my face.