Okay, I suggest you just skip high school, cuz it pretty much sucks.

Anyways, on with the boring stuff, then we'll get to the story, cool?

I don't own Fruits Basket, or any of the characters, nor do I claim to.

Of course, if I did, which I DON'T, I would go bragging about it all over.

Tohru's POV:

Everytime I go to Sohma house, it seems to have grown. I guess I just forget how big it is, and then I'm suprised every time I come. Momiji is uncharacteristically silent, and Yuki hasn't said a word since we passed through the front gate. The silence is becoming a little unnerving, like they know something and aren't telling me. That's silly, I think to myself, Momiji and Yuki are your friends! If you were in any real danger, they would tell you!

"Sissy!" I was brought out of my thoughts by Kisa's embrace. The little girl had started talking more and more in class, and now had many friends, whom of which she told me about over the phone.

"Kisa!" I hugged my 'adopted' little sister back, "How are you? How has school been?"

"I'm good and school's not as bad as it used to be," she smiled, "I'm having my friend Ushio coming over tomorrow to spend the night!"

"That's wonderful!" I beamed at her.

"Are you here to see Akito?" Kisa's expression became serious (which I found adorable, but refrained from hugging her again).

"Yep! How did you know?" I smiled, though I felt so nervous I was ready to puke. Kisa stopped dead in her tracks and grabbed my hand. I turned and met her eyes.

"Be careful, okay Tohru?" Kisa pleaded with her eyes.

"Of course," I knelt and hugged her again, realizing this was the first time she called me something other than sissy. I stood, "Well, we better not keep Akito waiting." Kisa and Momiji led us into the main house, through a series of hallways, eventually stopping at a door.

"This is the door to Akito's quarters," Momiji waited at the door, then kissed my cheek, "I'll see you when you come out, okay?"

"Of course," I repeated. The blood had drained from Yuki's already pale face. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Akito's physical state had been pretty bad the last time I had seen him, but he was even worse now. He was like a skeleton covered with skin, his robe hanging loosely off of him. He sat by the window, a bird perched on his finger. When he looked back at me, the bird promptly flew away, as if his gaze was the only thing holding the bird from freedom.

"Yuki, Tohru," a frightening smirk crossed his face, " I've been waiting."