"Damn it!" Kyo punched the wall of his room. Moisture ran down his face; whether it was tears, sweat, or blood, he didn't know. He didn't care. He had come all the way back from training to let Tohru know that he loved her, and he had already made her cry without even talking to her! If that didn't make him feel like a douche bag, then nothing else would. Of course, it wasn't his entire fault. It was Yuki and that damned dog, Shigure. They'd both tried to take Tohru, and his whole life with her. He couldn't let them win; not again, not this time.

He hated his life. His whole thrice-damned life.

Yuki sat in his room, trying to study and take his mind off of the events of the evening. His mind kept drifting back to Tohru; he hadn't seen her cry, but he could definitely imagine it. Her blue eyes brimming with tears, her beautiful brown hair shrouding her porcelain face covered by soft, smooth hands. He felt so terrible; he had let his emotions get the better of him and his judgment. This is going to kill me… He covered his face with his hands and let out a sigh. Damn you, Kyo. Damn you to hell. He put his books away and turned off the light.

Shigure wanted so bad to go into Tohru's room and comfort her, but knowing the boys, (and knowing himself), he decided that was not such a great idea. So he was thoroughly surprised when Tohru-kun came to him, knocking softly on the already ajar door.

He stood and straightened his kimono and let out a deep breath. He walked over to the door and opened it wide. "Tohru-kun," he said. "What is the matter?"

She looked as if she was about to say something, but instead she ran headfirst into Shigure's abdomen, and resumed crying her eyes out. He put an arm around her, trying desperately to not wish the curse still worked so that he could transform and not have to say anything. Seeing her cry tore his heart out, and not knowing the words to make her feel better killed it.

"It'll be okay, Tohru-kun. They're just.. umm.." She looked up at him with eyes so full of hurt and sadness that he couldn't find anymore words to say.

"Why do they have to fight?" Her voice was filled with the strain of someone in deep agony. It undid him.

He leaned down and hugged her tightly, like a father would do to a little child. "It will all be okay, Tohru, I promise. They won't fight again, anymore. Now stop crying, okay?" He flicked her nose. She gave him a little wavering smile. It was a start.

After Tohru left, Shigure sat down on his bed, and cradled his head in his hands. I thought this would all be simple and funny. I never meant for Tohru to get hurt by it… He slammed his fist down on a nearby book, scattering papers through the air.

"Damn it."