Chapter 7

Kyo wouldn't have been more surprised if Hatori had told him that he was destined to fly across the desert dressed as a ballerina and guarded by seven thousand angry hoards of flying boars. His eyes bugged wide out of his head and he felt all sweaty out of no where.

His mind was scrambling to put things together.

How does that happen again? She can't get pregnant from a kiss? No, it starts as a kiss. Babies come from...? When I put my...in...duh...

"How?"

Kyo soon realized that there were many better questions for this situation, such as "How do you know?" and "Who's the father?"

All he could stupidly say was "How?"

Hatori found the question quite stupid as well. "Do I need to explain the process of a baby's journey?"

Kyo cringed. "No. Thanks...But how can you possibly know? It's been what? Three days since it happened? Three days!"

Hatori rose an eyebrow. "So it's not yours then?

"Mi...-" He broke off into a small laugh, devoid of any sort of humor, filled solely with incredulous anger. "Of course not! I would never do that to Tohru! We haven't..." he broke off as he reorganized his words. "I mean, we've never slept together!" He finally hissed. "I just want to know how you know!"

"I'm a doctor."

"No doctor could figure it out by just looking at her after only three days."

"I can."

"How?" Kyo asked desperately.

Hatori sighed. "You understand that, being part animal for so long, some of our senses are more increased than with normal humans?"

"Yeah..." Kyo said, recalling how easily he had been woken that morning.

"Well, for Ayame, for some reason, he's always been able to predict strange things going on with other people's bodies."

Kyo felt like heaving. "That's disgusting."

"It's the truth," Hatori said. "He knows how to irritate people so well just because he can sense the levels of anxiety and anger and annoyance. He went crazy when that whole thing happened with Rin and Haru. All of that teenage angst amongst the Sohma's."

Kyo rolled his eyes. Then he frowned and fell into a chair.

"My Tohru? My little, innocent Tohru?" He whispered.

Hatori turned away from the moon for the first time. "I'm sorry, kid," he said. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Kyo said finally. "Especially not to Tohru."

"She'll have to find out sometime," Hatori pointed out.

"I know..." Kyo said, standing up. "But she just got over learning that she'd lost her virginity to the creep. I don't want the fact that she's having the guy's kid weighing her down."

Hatori nodded.

Tohru, though, knew anyways. Curled up in the slightly damp bathtub, she let tears fall.

Why had this happened? She felt a surge of pure rage. It was so foreign, but she rode the wave of anger. She wanted to scream and tear at her hair.

She needed a way to get her anger at the man out of her. She grabbed the nearest thing she could find-she razor on the counter. Her hand clenched around it tightly and she chucked it at the wall as hard as she could. It exploded into little metal splinters.

She hissed and opened her hand, which was clenched by instinct now. The razor had sliced into the palm of her hand. She again found herself completely entranced by the sight of her blood. As more seeped out, she felt more relief.

But the anger. It was still there.

Tohru hated the idea, but she needed the anger out of herself. She was choking on it. It was hurting her. If it was the only way...

Tohru took one of the razor splinters and held it to the skin on her arm, not her wrist, just a bit higher. She didn't want to die. At least, she didn't think she wanted to die.

She took a deep breath and winced, only a little, as the metal pierced her flesh. She shivered and dropped the shard, watching herself bleed. Soon, though she began to felt dizzy. The sight of blood used to do that to her. Now she was catching up with herself. She tumbled over backwards, laying in a pool of blood and razors.

...

"Tohru?"

Kyo was growing worried. Tohru had been in the bathroom for a long time. And the weird thing-he couldn't hear water running, a toilet flushing, absolutely no movement at all.

He was beyond worried by now. If she didn't answer in ten more seconds...

"Tohru, please, answer me!"

3...2...1...

Kyo bashed the door in and his stomach lurched at the sight.

"Tohru!" He exclaimed, stumbling towards her. "Oh, Tohru... What happened?"

He reached into the tub and gingerly lifted her out. He hissed when a blood covered razor slit the palm of his hand, but he shook it off and did the only thing he could think of. He ran.

He left the bathroom and ran down the hall. He ran past the living room and dining room, and almost right out the kitchen door, when Hatori quickly stopped him and, eyes wild, demanded he place her in her bed while he got his medical kit.

Kyo ran there, too, and laid her on the bed. He stroked away her hair and cried over her.

"Why would you do that, Tohru, huh?" he said vehemently when she started to wake. "Why?" He kissed all of the visible skin on her face.

"I..." she said weakly. "...don't know..."

He sighed and held her un-damaged hand as Hatori gave her more stitches.

"Here, Kyo, give me your hand."

Kyo hadn't even felt the deep cut in his palm. He absolutely refused stitches.

After he was bandaged and Hatori had left, he sat with Tohru until she fell asleep.

Then, he returned to the kitchen. Shigure and Ayame were there as well.

"Good, Kyo can help," Shigure said.

"Help with what, you old lecher?" Kyo said cautiously.

Shigure ignored the insulting name. He simply opened the silverware drawer, scooped all of the knives into his hand, and dumped them in the garbage.

Kyo caught on. He went through the house gathering every razor, tack, nail, screw, pocket-knife, metal tipped mechanism-everything went. Shigure put the bag in the back of his car and zoomed off to the dump, to be back in the morning to check on Tohru.

"She must have overheard us," Hatori explained. "The shock...I've seen it do worse."

"Worse?" Kyo snapped. "What could be worse? She mutilated herself! She could have died!"

They had no answer.

"Whatever," Kyo said. "I still love her, no matter what. From now on, she's my responsibility. I'm keeping her safe. As soon as she's well enough, I'm taking her away from here, marrying her, and I'll take care other and anyone else along the way."

Kyo turned and thundered down the hallway to Tohru's bedroom. By now it was 3 AM, and he collapsed into a chair beside her bed, asleep until morning. (Written by DominoTyler)