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.
