Halfway to the main house, Kyo's cell phone started to ring. Caller; Sohma, Hatori.
"Hello?" Kyo answered the phone.
Tohru was starting to feel some serious jitters. Hatori doesn't usually call when he knows that they're on their way.
"Alright. We'll be there in a few minutes. See you." Kyo flipped his cell phone closed.
Tohru perked up "What's happening?"
Kyo shook his head "The damn rat is in a coma."
Tohru put her hand over her mouth in shock, probably to keep from screaming. Kyo instinctively grabbed her other hand gently to try to calm her down. Tohru really appreciated it.
They pulled up to the main house. Kyo, followed by Tohru, got out of their black sedan and locked it. They rushed over to the small building that they recognized as Hatori's office building.
Kyo grabbed the door handle and slid the door open. Tohru followed him into the room. Inside, there was Hatori, graying but, still young looking, leaning over his desk, writing down some observations. Also in the room, was a white and black haired, pierced, Hatsuharu. He hadn't changed a bit. The biggest surprise was a young man who was blond and had handsome features. Tohru knew him, but didn't recognize him. He was smoking a cigarette and wearing all black.
"Hey, Momiji. No smoking in here, please. It's bad for patients with asthma."
"Alright, sorry about that." The young man replied, smothering his cigarette.
"Momiji?" Kyo asked, "What the hell are you talking about? I refuse to believe that that guy over there is that same annoying brat."
"Tohru!" Momiji shouted, and launched himself at Tohru.
"…See? I told you it was Momiji." Said Hatori, continuing his diligent work.
Kyo got between Momiji and Tohru and bonked him on the head.
"You can't go around hugging people's wives!" Kyo shouted "She's been married for four years now, and that would ruin everything."
"Oh, it's alright, Kyo. I mean, it's just a hug." Tohru replied.
"No, I understand." Said Momiji stepping back. "He wants you all to himself, because you're so beautiful. Just like old times, eh Kyo? You treat her like an object, I wonder how she got stuck with a horrible husband like you"
"Damnit, you've been spending too much time with Haru." Kyo said back.
"Hey, what did I ever do to you? Leave me out of this!" Hatsuharu said back in an annoyed tone.
"That's quite enough, you three. Please, settle down and let me finish this." Hatori said.
Hatori had changed over the past ten long years. He used to be strong, intelligent, and young. Lately, the effects of age have shown; graying hair was replacing his ebony strands, in the mornings he was rather crabby, and some minute moments of memory loss. Whether he acted it or not, he was aging. The Hatori from ten years ago was a cold, very serious man. Hatori was still serious, but a little less cold.
Tohru walked over to Yuki's bedside and held onto his hand.
"Please, Yuki wake up."
Her eyes began to fill with tears, as his hand fell cold and loosened up.
"Hatori! I think he's-"
Hatori stood up and walked toward the bed. He put his ear on Yuki's chest near his heart. "No pulse." He simply said.
"Is he…is he?" Tohru tried to say.
"There is only one way to find out." said Hatori, putting his hand on Tohru's back. He gave her a small push toward the bed, causing her to fall onto Yuki. For the first time, when Tohru made contact with him at all, he didn't change into a rat. Nothing changed, except for, the fact that he was no longer alive.
"I'm sorry." Said Hatori, pulling the sheets over Yuki's face. "He's gone."
"…No…NO!" Tohru shouted, resting her head on Kyo's chest, and wrapping her arms around him, causing a huge explosion. She now rested her head on an orange cat. His fur soaked up her tears, as he, being a cat, rubbed her shoulder to show his affection.
After a few minutes of this, another explosion occurred and he was human again. After he'd gotten dressed, she looked at his face. Tohru saw something on Kyo's face that she didn't expect to see; a tear.
"You damn…you damn rat!" He said. She's crying…the woman who's happiness, alone is what we wished for. You made her cry, you damn rat!
After a few hours, it was time to go back home.
"Take care of yourselves." Momiji said, waving goodbye to them.
Kyo started up the car and left the main house. As they were driving home, he noticed that Tohru had already fallen asleep. He parked the car right outside the main entrance to the house. He opened Tohru's door, and collected her in his arms. He held her at arms length away, so he wouldn't transform. Their bed was still messy and unmade when Kyo set her down on the right side. She slept next to where he sat. Before going to sleep himself, he leaned over Tohru and kissed her lips gently goodnight. There was a loud explosion, and he'd transformed into a cat again. That day was very tiring, and as a cat, Kyo fell asleep.
The next week was the week of Yuki's funeral. Everyone in the entire group was crying, even Kyo. Ayame, Yuki's older brother, was leading the ceremony.
"You all lost someone, very important to you, a cousin, or a friend…I lost someone who meant the world to me, my own younger brother." He said, wiping his tears away. His chalk white hair contrasted with his pitch-black suit. The organ started to play, the all too familiar requiem, Amazing Grace. Tohru couldn't take it anymore. Tears erupted from her eyes as she sank to the ground. Kyo caught her hand before she hit the ground.
"Careful, Tohru." He whispered, trying not to disturb the other people. Instead of letting go, he held her hand for the rest of the ceremony. Thank you, Kyo. At that moment in time, he was her everything. Her father, her mother, Akito, and now Yuki had now all passed away. She couldn't describe how thankful she was for Kyo, her husband, her friend, her love, her everything.
As soon as everyone except for the two of them had left, Tohru and Kyo each dropped a bouquet of daylilies on the polished stone, which read: Yuki Sohma.
"Come on, Tohru. Let's go home." Kyo said, grabbing her hand again. Grabbing her hand was one of the only ways Kyo could show that he loved her. If he held her, or hugged her he would become an orange cat.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Okay." He rested his head on hers momentarily, and they left.
Once they had gotten home, it was about midnight. When they stepped in, Kyo closed the door behind them and walked up the stairs. He turned out the light, and got into bed. His attempt at sleep was interrupted by Tohru's voice.
"Kyo…Do you remember our wedding?"
"It only happened three years ago…" He replied. "…It would take someone pretty senile to forget."
"Today was the only day in the past four years besides our wedding that I cried." She explained.
"I hadn't cried in several years until today." Kyo recalled.
"Anyway, do you remember it?" She asked again.
Another flashback played in his mind.
The minister was a fat man, dressed in black, who stood behind Kyo. To Kyo's left, stood Hatori, Momiji, and Hatsuharu. Tohru was standing on Kyo's right. To Tohru's right, stood Hana, Uo, and a picture of her mother was propped up on a table. Tohru knew, that if her mother were still alive, she'd be crying. Kisa sat on the stairs, that led up to the alter, holding a basket that used to have flower pedals in it. Hiro walked down the aisle, carrying a pillow with two rings on it. As soon as he handed the rings to Kyo, he walked toward Kisa and sat down next to her. After they exchanged vows, and said the "I dos", the minister finally said the words they had waited for. "You may kiss the bride." Kyo and Tohru held each other's hands as they exchanged a short, yet sweet kiss. Shigure, out in the audience, was laughing as usual, before a small group of people shushed him. Yuki smiled, seeing Tohru so happy, he couldn't help but smile.
As Tohru and Kyo walked down the stairs, and down the aisle the other direction, a bit of the train on the end of Tohru's dress got caught in her shoe, causing her to fall off the stairs, and hit her head on a pew. There were a few gasps and Kyo had a worried look on his face. She stood back up, and started giggling like mad, while smiling and blushing. Kyo smiled, quietly to himself and continued walking.
Kyo smiled at the pleasant memory, and concentrated on sleep. When he thought about it, all of his pleasant memories had Tohru in them somehow or another.