(Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading, it really makes me so happy! Sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to apologize for not updating for a while, and thank those who are still interested in reading. This chapter is going to be shifting perspectives a lot, so please let me know in the comments if it's too confusing and I'll change it. I will continue to try my best! 3)

The night blew chill air that made Kyo's soft, orange hair blow listfully around his face, framing his cheek bones and making him shiver. The cat was, once again, hiding up on the rooftop, his legs stretched before him as he leaned back on his hands to look at anything but the darkened window to his right.

He let out a large, frustrated sigh. This is stupid. This is me being stupid. Kyo was at war with himself: a dull reminder of incarceration fought the sharp urge to infiltrate and annihilate anyone in Tohru's room who isn't Tohru. And, perhaps even give Tohru herself a good shaking.

But wait.

Kyo suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide.

What if it wasn't that Damn Rat or Girly Rabbit at all? What if it was an actual predator who was after Tohru?

Kyo sprang up, his lifetime of training paying off as he managed to walk as close to the open window—almost off the edge of the roof—soundlessly.

He took a breath, and peered in.

The huge bed Shigure bought her was just below the window. In the moonlight, Kyo could just make out pale, short hair.

Tohru's isn't that light, is it? And besides, her hair is longer than that.

The Cats' ears strained for any sound, eyes intent on his target: ready to pounce.

Slowly, the one lump underneath the pink sheet became two, and Momiji rose from his position against the sleeping princess. Kyo froze; a sweat colder than the night air beaded his forehead.

What the fuck?

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Momiji wriggled his hand from Tohru's grasp and shifted hair out from his eyes. Out of habit, he then placed the hand on his chest. "Still me" he sighed, a small smile spreading over his mouth.

The blankets moved beside him, exposing a girl sleeping with her face turned up toward the ceiling. Placing his long fingers on her neck, he leaned into her mouth. Her lips were parted slightly, and he noticed her chest lift and compress gently beneath the covers. He was so close now that the flowery scent which surrounded Tohru constantly now became his only oxygen.

Closer…closer…

"Hey, what the FUCK are you doing you PERVERTED WEASLE!" he heard his teeth clack before he felt the blow. Momiji's head snapped as he tumbled backward, hitting first the wall, then the floor. Kyo had bounded from the roof onto the balcony and into Tohrus' room, his blood boiling and vision red with anger.

"AND YOU—" He turned to Tohru, a mix of pain and fury casting shadow to his crimson eyes, making them burn in an eerie, almost supernatural way. —WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING LETTING A GUY LIKE HIM INTO YOUR ROOM LATE AT NIGHT? WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO IF I HADNT SHOWN UP?"

"Eh, ah! Kyo-kun, I thought…I thought he was Kisa, I honestly didn't even realize, I mean after all, we were so close and hugging and—" Her mouth dropped. "HUGGING, YOU WERE IN MY BED AND WE WERE HUGGING MOMIJI HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN?"

As if just realizing it for himself too, Kyo stood straight, and faced the fallen boy. Momiji smiled, blood running from his lips.

"Like I said before…my curse was lifted. I am free. I am no longer like you." He dipped his head, tears trailed down his cheeks and danced with the blood on his chin.

Tohru was beside herself. She wasn't even angry with Momiji for sneaking into her room, nor with Kyo, for…also sneaking into her room and punching Momiji so hard that he bled, no, she couldn't even think of being angry. All she could think about was the sad look in Momiji's eyes, and how drops of moonlight fell onto her bedroom floor as they glinted off his tears.

Tears of her own sprang into her eyes and Tohru leapt from the bed and swung her arms around Momijis' neck, smearing blood on her shirt as she did.

Kyo could do nothing more than stand in the middle of the floor, eyes still wide and looking, searching for nothing in particular. His body was shaking from a mix of adrenaline and the cold outside. A flashback of a week ago, the day Momiji stood and smiled so enigmatically when Kyo had asked him what was wrong. He felt different. Kyo had a hunch then, but now he knew why.

But if he was telling the truth about his curse being lifted, could that mean he was also telling the truth about…

He glanced at Tohru, who was crying in an unbroken embrace with Momiji. Could she really be trying to break my curse? And if that were the case, she must know about the Cats Room…

For some reason, looking at the two of them hugging carelessly in front of him made Kyo want to cry as well.

"What on earth is going on in here?"

No one noticed Yuki at the door, looking down inquisitively at the three of them. They truly must look a sight.

"Momiji, what are you…" Yuki's velvet voice trailed off as his mind grasped the situation. "You're…hugging. And bleeding. Did…" he raised a finger, "did this stupid cat do that to you?"

Kyo barely noticed the insult, but stiffened anyway. Still filled with the rush of adrenaline, hatred for his own inadequacies and jealousy, he swung an arm and attacked Yuki, knowing fully well that the move was too slow to catch him off guard and do any damage, but he didn't care. He was just looking to hit something again, to get his mind off of everything that has been happening.

But before his attack could hit, he felt two small hands brace against his hard chest, pulling him back into the small frame of Tohru for just a few seconds, before his body contorted into that of a cats.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Tohru's legs folded underneath her as she fell onto the wooden floor, cold from the window being left open.

Yuki tsked his tongue. "Come on Momiji, let's go take a look at you. That guy may be an idiot, but he can pack a punch when he wants to." As a prince should, Yuki lead the knight Momiji out of the room, and downstairs to dress his wound.

Tohru stared at Kyo, who was just an arm's length away, facing the door, debating whether or not he should leave as well.

But he just couldn't; not when there was the stench of another boy in her room, all over her bed, all over her… His tail twitched. His ears involuntarily swiveled behind him as Tohru mewed his name.