Chapter 1
Yuki rolled down his shaded window as his car approached Kagura. She was standing, as usual, outside the café she worked at, sheltering herself with her blue denim bag, which she never went anywhere without ever since Kyo had left.
"Hey, Kagura-chan," Yuki yelled, and Kagura's whole aspect changed; rather than sulky, she suddenly seemed happy. She ran across the parking lot toward his chrome Lamborghini, opening the door and settling in next to him. Her hair was still rather wet from the rain.
"Hi Yun-chan," she gasped. "Thanks for coming to get me. Imagining having to walk home in this weather."
"Mm," Yuki dismissed. "Hard day?"
"Yeah," Kagura breathed, snuggling herself against Yuki's arm. Her breath ran along the crook of his neck. "What about you?"
"Ahh, I missed the bus, got there late, and got yelled at."
"Oh, that must've hurt," whispered Kagura, wrapping her arm around Yuki.
"Mm," Yuki said again. "Um, Kagura-chan," he suddenly spouted, "do you know anyone named Tohru Honda?"
"Huh?" Kagura replied. "Yeah, she's my co-worker. Why?"
"She left her umbrella at the bus stop," Yuki replied, holding up the white umbrella as proof.
"Oh," Kagura laughed. "For a second I thought you might have been cheating on me."
Yuki let a small chuckle escape his lips. "No way, Kagura-chan."
(8::8)
Four pictures stood on Kagura's windowsill, four silver-framed photographs of the ones she loved. The most prominent picture showed Yuki and Kagura standing together. The second largest showed Kagura's mother, and the third her sister. However, the fourth picture, tiny and in the back, was Kyo.
Ever since he had graduated from high school, Kyo Sohma, the cat, hadn't been seen by any of the Sohma family, or anyone else who knew who he was. He had avoided being kept in a prison, yes; but he had only succeeded in making himself even more exiled from the family. Three years later, he was declared legally dead.
Kagura had almost killed herself, if it wasn't for Yuki, who had come to her and gave her another chance; Yuki. Kagura had moved on, past Kyo.
And yet despite her new love, Kagura had still to find trust in Yuki; they had been going out for two years, and he didn't seem to want to make any further moves in the relationship. And somehow, she always found herself doubting him, thinking he was cheating on her. She was always worried he didn't love her in return.
'So maybe we shouldn't get married.'
Kagura's diary lay open on her queen sized bed. She stared, horrified, at what she had just written. Those six words, written plainly in blue ink, were pure treason. With tears stinging her eyes like the water coming down on Yuki from inside his shower, Kagura scribbled out the words. But I love Yun-chan, she wrote next to it.
( 8: :8 )
Kagura sat herself down at the fancy table, the kind made of mahogany, with no paper napkins, no sporks, and no sticky countertops. A fancy restaurant. Yuki had taken her to a fancy restaurant. 'How lovely of him...' Kagura mused. 'A raise at work, and he used it on me...'
"Have you decided yet, Kagura-chan?" Yuki asked, looking up over his menu.
"Umm, yeah, I'm going with this thing," she laughed, snapping back to reality and pointing at some sort of pasta platter. "What about you?"
"Hmm, that looks nice," Yuki murmured. "I think I'll go with that too."
"Um, okay," Kagura murmured, blushing as a waitress came bustling over.
"May I start you out with something to drink?"
Kagura and Yuki looked up simultaneously, but with quite different reactions. Yuki looked quite shocked. Kagura, however, smiled. "Hi, Tohru- san. I didn't know you worked here."
"Oh..." Tohru mumbled, looking towards the ground. "I'm not really in a good financial situation, so I work two jobs. Um, is this a date?"
"Mm-hmm!" chirped Kagura.
"Sorry!" Tohru cried, embarrassed. "Um, what'll that be for a drink?"
"Um," Yuki offered, "How about red wine."
'Ohhh, how cute,' thought Kagura. 'He knows that's my favorite...'
"Okay," said Tohru, bowing before turning and scooting away.
"Um, wait," Yuki called. "Honda-san?"
"Eh?" The waitress turned around, blushing.
"You left you're umbrella at the bus stop, and..."
"You can keep it," Tohru dismissed, hurrying away.
( 8: :8 )
"That waitress was a bit... odd," Kagura dismissed as she and Yuki opened the doors of the car, climbing out offhandedly. "What did she mean by, 'You can keep it?'"
"I guess... she just didn't want it." Yuki shrugged. But we don't need to concentrate on that. Did you enjoy the restaurant?"
"Yeah," Kagura murmured softly, taking his hand. "It was great."
They kissed softly under the porch light before heading into the apartment.
( 8: :8 )
Tohru stared at the little faded mirror, her face damp with tears. The symbols on the rim rotated slowly, spelling out a word. Tohru's tears became a steady downpour as she realized what she was to do.
The fog in the mirror swirled as a picture of Kyoko Honda materialized on the surface. Tohru sobbed into her hands, dropping the large knife she had been holding onto the floor.
Author's Note: AAAGH! I am SO sorry about this alexandra-kyoko! It WILL be a Yukiru! I promise! You rock! Yaay for alexandra-kyoko! See, she's trying to do all this stuff, but... OH! It's a surprise! Sorry! Can't tell ya!
Yuki rolled down his shaded window as his car approached Kagura. She was standing, as usual, outside the café she worked at, sheltering herself with her blue denim bag, which she never went anywhere without ever since Kyo had left.
"Hey, Kagura-chan," Yuki yelled, and Kagura's whole aspect changed; rather than sulky, she suddenly seemed happy. She ran across the parking lot toward his chrome Lamborghini, opening the door and settling in next to him. Her hair was still rather wet from the rain.
"Hi Yun-chan," she gasped. "Thanks for coming to get me. Imagining having to walk home in this weather."
"Mm," Yuki dismissed. "Hard day?"
"Yeah," Kagura breathed, snuggling herself against Yuki's arm. Her breath ran along the crook of his neck. "What about you?"
"Ahh, I missed the bus, got there late, and got yelled at."
"Oh, that must've hurt," whispered Kagura, wrapping her arm around Yuki.
"Mm," Yuki said again. "Um, Kagura-chan," he suddenly spouted, "do you know anyone named Tohru Honda?"
"Huh?" Kagura replied. "Yeah, she's my co-worker. Why?"
"She left her umbrella at the bus stop," Yuki replied, holding up the white umbrella as proof.
"Oh," Kagura laughed. "For a second I thought you might have been cheating on me."
Yuki let a small chuckle escape his lips. "No way, Kagura-chan."
(8::8)
Four pictures stood on Kagura's windowsill, four silver-framed photographs of the ones she loved. The most prominent picture showed Yuki and Kagura standing together. The second largest showed Kagura's mother, and the third her sister. However, the fourth picture, tiny and in the back, was Kyo.
Ever since he had graduated from high school, Kyo Sohma, the cat, hadn't been seen by any of the Sohma family, or anyone else who knew who he was. He had avoided being kept in a prison, yes; but he had only succeeded in making himself even more exiled from the family. Three years later, he was declared legally dead.
Kagura had almost killed herself, if it wasn't for Yuki, who had come to her and gave her another chance; Yuki. Kagura had moved on, past Kyo.
And yet despite her new love, Kagura had still to find trust in Yuki; they had been going out for two years, and he didn't seem to want to make any further moves in the relationship. And somehow, she always found herself doubting him, thinking he was cheating on her. She was always worried he didn't love her in return.
'So maybe we shouldn't get married.'
Kagura's diary lay open on her queen sized bed. She stared, horrified, at what she had just written. Those six words, written plainly in blue ink, were pure treason. With tears stinging her eyes like the water coming down on Yuki from inside his shower, Kagura scribbled out the words. But I love Yun-chan, she wrote next to it.
( 8: :8 )
Kagura sat herself down at the fancy table, the kind made of mahogany, with no paper napkins, no sporks, and no sticky countertops. A fancy restaurant. Yuki had taken her to a fancy restaurant. 'How lovely of him...' Kagura mused. 'A raise at work, and he used it on me...'
"Have you decided yet, Kagura-chan?" Yuki asked, looking up over his menu.
"Umm, yeah, I'm going with this thing," she laughed, snapping back to reality and pointing at some sort of pasta platter. "What about you?"
"Hmm, that looks nice," Yuki murmured. "I think I'll go with that too."
"Um, okay," Kagura murmured, blushing as a waitress came bustling over.
"May I start you out with something to drink?"
Kagura and Yuki looked up simultaneously, but with quite different reactions. Yuki looked quite shocked. Kagura, however, smiled. "Hi, Tohru- san. I didn't know you worked here."
"Oh..." Tohru mumbled, looking towards the ground. "I'm not really in a good financial situation, so I work two jobs. Um, is this a date?"
"Mm-hmm!" chirped Kagura.
"Sorry!" Tohru cried, embarrassed. "Um, what'll that be for a drink?"
"Um," Yuki offered, "How about red wine."
'Ohhh, how cute,' thought Kagura. 'He knows that's my favorite...'
"Okay," said Tohru, bowing before turning and scooting away.
"Um, wait," Yuki called. "Honda-san?"
"Eh?" The waitress turned around, blushing.
"You left you're umbrella at the bus stop, and..."
"You can keep it," Tohru dismissed, hurrying away.
( 8: :8 )
"That waitress was a bit... odd," Kagura dismissed as she and Yuki opened the doors of the car, climbing out offhandedly. "What did she mean by, 'You can keep it?'"
"I guess... she just didn't want it." Yuki shrugged. But we don't need to concentrate on that. Did you enjoy the restaurant?"
"Yeah," Kagura murmured softly, taking his hand. "It was great."
They kissed softly under the porch light before heading into the apartment.
( 8: :8 )
Tohru stared at the little faded mirror, her face damp with tears. The symbols on the rim rotated slowly, spelling out a word. Tohru's tears became a steady downpour as she realized what she was to do.
The fog in the mirror swirled as a picture of Kyoko Honda materialized on the surface. Tohru sobbed into her hands, dropping the large knife she had been holding onto the floor.
Author's Note: AAAGH! I am SO sorry about this alexandra-kyoko! It WILL be a Yukiru! I promise! You rock! Yaay for alexandra-kyoko! See, she's trying to do all this stuff, but... OH! It's a surprise! Sorry! Can't tell ya!