CHAPTER 2:

"Kyo-kun!" Tohru exclaimed as Kyo entered the classroom returning her bright smile with a small one of his own. Tohru looked very excited. "Kyo-kun, my mother said it was okay if you came over for dinner tonight! Would you like to? We're having codfish!"

"Uhh," Kyo said quetly in his shy voice. "What time?" Tohru's face reflected even more joy than before, realizing that was a 'yes'. Her smile was so bright it could light a dark room, of that, Kyo was sure.

"Would you like to come at 6:00?" Tohru asked, looking highly hopeful.

"Alright," He looked a bit excited, yet anxious. Tohru was practically out of her skin with enjoyment. '…and the valliant prince agreed to dine with the elegant, beautiful young princess.' Tohru's thoughts became that of yet another day dream, as Kyo's eyes wandered to the mob surrounding the door. A tall, gray haired boy entered the classroom with a sigh.

"Excuse me class," he began in an announcing voice, though he already held the class' attention. "I have this week's student counsil report. It appears that the cultural festival theme has been decided. We are holding a school dance. Each class will be assigned a country, and you will be asked to dress up in formal clothes to represent that country. It seems our class' country is," A high level of anxiety filled the classroom as Yuki Sohma glanced down at the sheet of paper, "America." A loud gasp errupted from the room before girls' squeals of delight and dress discussion could be heard and boys' groans about how they didn't really want to go, though this would be the perfect time to ask that girl on a date. "It is required to attend with a partner of your choice." Yuki sighed as the girls mobbed him. He knew who he was going to ask, and it was certainly not Minami Kinoshita.

"Kyo, doesn't that sound exciting!?!" Tohru asked, but Kyo's attention was at the boy being attacked by screaming girls. Tohru noticed his death glare as she realized, 'Kyo-kun has the same last name as Sohma-san, I wonder if they're related?' "Kyo?" she asked, timidly, "Do you know Sohma-san?" Kyo jumped a bit before looking at her.

"Yes," he responded angrily, through gritted teeth, "He's my cousin."

"So, Kyo-kun," Tohru asked at dinner, gaining the attention of her mother and the ginger headed boy. "Who are you going to ask to the dance?" Tohru waited for a response, hoping it would be her. Kyo gave her a surprised glance.

"Uhhh," 'Why does everything she says have to be so random?' he wondered, taking another bite of his fish. "I dunno, definatly not one of those crazy fan girls. You and your friends are the only people I really know at school, and they're worse than the crazy girls. You wanna go with me? Unless you already have plans that is" Kyo instantly regretted asking, why was he so worried about her rejection?

"I would love to go with you, Kyo-kun," she beamed. Kyo felt like every smile she sent him was a gift from heaven. He didn't know why she was like this. She surprised him often, making him curious, and sometimes even scared. All the things Kyo rarely did, the feelings he rarely felt, he showed them around her. He had never met a girl like her before, now that he had, he thought that mabey, just mabey, he was falling in love with her.

"Uotani-san, may I ask you a question?" Yuki asked the mirror for the hundredth time. "Would you like me to ask you—wait! No!" He rebegan, "Would you mind if I escorted you to the dance?" No matter how he said it, it always sounded corny, stupid or insane. Finnally, he gave up and finnished drying his hair with a purple towel. "I wish I could just tell her how I felt."

'Ding!' sang the timer, as Tohru ran to the kitchen to get desert. Pulling it out of the oven, Tohru burned her hands, letting out a yelp. This gained the attention of both Kyo and Kyoko, who were previously conversing quietly at the dinner table.

"Tohru!" The two exclaimed as they entered the kitchen to see Tohru bent over the sink, hand under the running water, tears streaming her face.

"The cake!" Tohru moaned, making Kyoko realized that her daughter could care less about her burning hand. Kyo was just confused, so Kyoko pointed at the cake, which lay, over turned upon the burner which, at one point, was home to the kettle.

"Tohru!!!" Her adoring mother squealed, and joked, "Your first flambe!!!" Kyo and Tohru joined the woman in watching the cake's fire flame.

"Wow," Kyo said, "dinner and a show."

In the days following, Kyo and Tohru grew very close and gradually, her old friends began to wonder where she went. If she went to a movie, she went with Kyo. At lunch, she sat with Kyo. One day her friends decided to confront their companion.

"Tohru," Uo said, approaching her friend and her companion, "I need to talk to you." She stated. When Kyo didn't leave, she started to get angry. "Alone." She spoke in a strict voice, the voice of someone becoming angry.

"Whatever you need to say to me, you can say in front of Kyo, you know." That statement made Uo snap.

"No! It's about him, Tohru! You have spent the past few weeks blowing us off to hang out with him." She gave Tohru a betrayed look, with lost eyes. "Where did you go, Tohru?" With that question, Uo returned to her desk with Hana, leaving a confused pair to consider their actions.

Tohru lay in bed that night, very upset at herself. 'How could I forget them!?!' she wondered. 'I thought they were my best friends.' Suddenly, an image of Kyo poped into her head. 'Oh, yeah! That's why.' That night Tohru cried herself to sleep, with an omunous feeling that things would get massively worse really quickly.

"Tohru-kun," Saki Hanajima aproached her friend with a saddend look on her face. "I must tell you of the horrible tradgedy that has occurred." Tohru responded with a pained expression mixed with confusion.

"Hana, what is it?" She asked, becoming even more worried by every miniscule moment.

"As of tommorrow," she began, though her voice broke to stop her, and her eyes filled with tears, "I will not be attending school here with you and Uo." Tohru was shocked as Hana told her the worst possible thing anyone could ever tell her, "I'm moving."