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A/n yes, I am giving up sleeping time for you guys. Thank you, my lovely reviewers!! Do not worry. Patience, young grasshopper, everything will be explained in due time. Also, I DID NOT make any mistakes with descriptions. If I say Simon has gray eyes, as he does, then the next chapter, he will still have gray eyes! Please take that into account.

Thank you to my Wonderful reviewers. read the author's note at the bottom please!

I think I am dropping anvil-sized hints, but you have to read in between the lines. Yes!

Yuki looked up, eyes cold and unseeing. He would find Simon; he would defiantly find Simon. He sat down at a café. The boy behind it looked recognizable. He had curly red hair. The boy looked around, eyes flicking, searching. Yuki discreetly looked away, watching as the boy pulled something out of his pocket. Upon further inspection, Yuki saw it was a small revolver, shiney and new. Yuki gulped, fearing the worst. If he had a gun, what was going on? Was he in league with Simon? Why would he need a gun to shoot a dead body? Maybe he is a terrorist?

Yeah, because that makes it so much better.

He suddenly thought of something. If he were with Simon, although he didn't know if he was, Yuki would be a threat.

The boy looked around before loading ammo into it. He put it away, and then took out a walkie-talkie.

"Yes, I am almost ready. tell me when Simon tells you. She won't get away. Yeah, Kind of crazy, I thought he killed her."

"he did, I saw the blood myself!"

The time had come. He walked down the nearly empty terminal. He had his back facing the wall. Simon wasn't going to win. The tile felt cold under his feet, and he could feel it through his shoes. He felt heavier. He felt, more real. Simon was going to die. He would pay. He would pay for her life. Her blood was on his hands, and Kyo would be the one to extract that payment, and even if he couldn't make Simon feel bad for killing her, he would make him feel bad that he messed with her.

He heard a quiet step and turned, slamming his fist into something warm. He heard a gasp. He listened as he heard whatever it was hit the tile. He felt something on his hand.

He looked down, and gasped.

Tohru moaned from the floor. His mind went into overdrive. She wasn't dead. She was lying on the tile, bleeding. Bleeding, but breathing. The wound on her cheeks had re-opened, and a trail of crimson blood led from her cheek to the tile. Her skin was flushed, not pale. He remembered her stiff fingers, and something Hatori had once told him.

"When a body dies, the muscles cannot remain taut, as all conscience thought to keep them straight has faded. Therefore, they will curl slightly. That is how you know someone is dead, their fingers will curl." Kyo's mind didn't put two and two together yet.

"But the blood? Too much for you to lose and be living. But Simon, the note, I saw the blood. Pictures don't lie. The picture?" he said, shocked.

She opened her blue eyes. Her cut had reopened on her cheek. Her chest rose and fell delicately. Her brown hair was splayed around her face. He cherished this moment. She looked like an angel. Oh what he would have given to be able to wrap his arms around her, to comfort her, to protect her. Stupid curse.

He lifted her to her feet, and wrapped his arms around her, almost. She held him away. Her wounds were all scabbed over, and her voice was a little rough. He was about to call out in joy, to remove the chasm behind Yuki's eyes, but her small hand covered his mouth.

Tears trailed down her face.

" Kyo, I wasn't sure I should have come. It hurts to leave, but I have to!" she cried. He gripped her wrist. "I set it up. I knew that was the only way you wouldn't tell everyone and gang up on me. I have to do what I have to do!" he looked at her, not even thinking about letting go of her wrist. She was making a little sense. " I am too much. Your hands, they were burned because of me. I put Kisa in danger, Hatori got hurt, Akito is really mad at everyone, I'm sure, and I can't put you guys through this anymore. I've got to protect you." She whispered, her voice cracking. Kyo's joyful glee faded. He was glad she was alive, unbelievably so, but the look on her face, the heartbroken, blunt blame and guilt possessed her features. " I wasn't dead. Simon, he took the blood from the white tiger, and he told me to stay still. I wanted to give you guys hope, so I made sure my fingers were straight. I don't know how I wasn't caught, he is a doctor, but he still sent the picture to you. When he came back, I had gotten away. He had tied me to the bed. I wiggled free, But now, he is after me, just let the game be won, please, just pretend this meeting never happened, please." She pleaded.

"No, don't worry about it. You can't leave! Yuki won't get better. He is half dead. Is that what you want to do? Kill him?" Kyo wasn't aware of how sharp his words were. The thought of losing her was worse than a one-way ticket straight to Hell.

The lights glared off of the tile. Tohru's eyes flashed to behind him, out a window. It was snowing. All flights were cancelled. All was quiet for a while, and the look in her eyes was undecided. She looked at him, whispering, " I'm sorry, but I set you up. You thought I was Simon." She croaked. " I had to get you guys away from here. I'm warning you, please, stop looking for me. Don't tell them I'm alive."

"You, you stole my wallet?" he asked shocked.

"No." she said, honesty ringing in her eyes. Her expression was puzzled. " I didn't steal your wallet." Then they went wide. "He is here!" she hissed. " I have to go, I can't put you in danger anymore!" she told him, and she tried to walk away. He wasn't having any of it though.

"Kyo, please, you have to let me go!" she whispered. " I can do this."

"No. You have been kidnapped, poisoned, beaten, starved, tied to a saw, burned with acid, scared to death, tied to a log, held against your will, and we get a picture showing your dead! Do you think you can just walk away? Do you think that the house would go back to normal?" he asked, well, demanded of her. " Do you even THINK I am going to let you go in a snowed-in airport where the possibility of a psychotic madman might get you?" he dried her tears with one hand, watching her wound, while still holding onto her wrist. Quieter, he added, " and no matter if you could do it, do you think I am strong enough, strong enough not to break down with you gone?"

"I'm a murderer! A tiger was killed so Simon could fake my death!" She sobbed, still holding him away, tugging at her wrist still. He tightened his grip, and started walking away. She stumbled a few steps, but then she dug her heels into the tile. He was going to go find Yuki and Haru. She dragged her feet, and struggled. " Kisa was nearly kidnapped. He is a murderer; he won't stop. Let the game be won. Let him just go away. I need to protect you."

" Tohru, don't be so darn sensitive! Why don't you blame yourself for world hunger while your at it!" he exclaimed. She looked into his orange eyes.

Tears renewed themselves against her cheeks, and he saw her wince as they ran into her wound. He looked at their hands. His had a little of her blood on them. He felt instantaneously bad for yelling at her. Knowing her, she WOULD blame herself for world hunger.

"Kyo, I'm asking you to let go, forget about me, it would be better if I had never come into your house!" she cried.

"Don't you ever say that again." He growled, and looked her plain in the eye. He felt like she had stabbed him. She seemed undecided about something.

"it hurts me, Kyo, to leave, but you need to be safe. Safe means that I have to leave. I am going to the states, hopefully, after the storm blows over. Don't chase me. Pretend I DID die, please, for me?" she asked, her tears painting her cheeks. " I am doing this for you. I can't let you get hurt on my account!" she looked him straight in the eye. " Kyo, I think, I think, I think you should let go.

"You need to have a new think then." He said.

"Kyo, I have to tell you something." She said softly, looking around. He noticed her eyes, and then leaned in.

She put her mouth next to his ear. "I'm sorry, Kyo, please forgive me."

"For what-!" he was cut off when she slammed her knee into his groin.

He dropped like a rock, losing his grip on her wrist. She sobbed again,

" I'm Sorry Kyo!" she cried, and then ran the opposite direction, her footsteps fading down the long winding hall, quickly blending into the crowds of people mulling about.

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Haru walked around, looking for Kyo. Yuki was also looking. He had a feeling that this storm was going to get worse. Hey, people said that cows could tell the weather. The polished floors and the rebounding light made imprints on his eyes that would never leave him. If they… no, when they found her, he would make it his job to keep an eye on her. The floors was crowded with baggage of those snowed in. little kids ran everywhere, making it dangerous for him to be here. As he walked, the crowds shifted and swirled around him.

He looked among those laying down, grumbling about flights or the weather. Most seats were taken. He sighed, feeling the void that the others felt. Yuki followed him like a lost dog. Among everyone, Yuki was reacting the worst. He said he haw a youth with a gun, but frankly, Haru could care less. Yuki had gone back into depression.

Of course, he was looking for his best friend, a psychotic madman, his friend's body, or a combination of the previously listed. He took it to heart. Haru was amazed at what Tohru had accomplished in such a short time. Yuki would usually be sad, but he looked more hurt, more.. Lost.. Over Tohru's death than the death of his grandmother.

Haru stuck a hand in his hair, making it stick up in different angles. The black hairline stood stark against the white, and he was getting looks. He sighed again. He was getting frustrated. She had been a nice girl. Why her? He felt his heart freeze a little, bleeding bloody ice.

He had been paying attention, barely, and he heard that there was going to be a sudden snowstorm, snowing them into the airport. Ok, so maybe it wasn't his cow senses.

Haru heard cries of outrage, and some curses, and stuck out his foot for what he knew was coming. He heard someone rushing forwards, and knowing him, it was probably Kyo. It was such a practiced gesture; he had done it many times, the best when Tohru was watching. Yuki cracked a small smile. Maybe it was a wince, but at least he wasn't as stone faced as before.

Something slammed into him, something orange. It tripped, and flew into the floor.

Haru grabbed a fistful of Kyo's shirt.

"She's alive, we got to find her!" Kyo hissed. Yuki looked like he might faint. He went deathly pale. Then he shook his head, and straightened up, looking desperate. The old gleam was back.

"You aren't kidding?" he asked.

"This is her blood!" Kyo said.

"Ok, that's it, we split up." Haru said. A/N-Brilliant plan, I'm sure.

And so they did. Haru was walking along. Well, actually, he was running. His feet flew across the tile like a stampede of angry bulls. He stopped, his breath coming in huge gasps, eyes dashing and darting. He ducked and dodged, bobbed and wove through the crowds, of what little there was. He flew past the baggage lane, across the lines for refunds. People dove to avoid him. He stopped, listening. He passed by a couple of café's and he caught the eyes of a blonde teen. A blonde teen with blue eyes. Something about him just screamed 'pervert'!

"Hey, is that your natural hair color?" the boy asked. His eye twitched, looking Haru up and down, from head to toe. Haru suddenly felt like he wasn't wearing anything. He growled, starting the boy out of his concentration.

Haru sighed. " yes, it is." He wanted to walk away. Or pound the kid into pulp. Either way, he needed to stop checking Haru out. Haru was glad that Tohru wasn't with him. This blonde kid could only be trusted as far as one could throw him.

"No it isn't!" the youth said.

Haru took the boy by his collar, and slammed him into a nearby wall.

" I am dang tired of everyone saying that!" he hissed. The boy looked scared. " Keep your eyes, ears, mouth, lips, nose, feet and any other of your disgusting body parts away from Me." the boy looked at him. "Actually, you know what? Is there a cemetery where you grew up?" Haru hissed. The boy slowly nodded. " I need the address then, I have to know where to send your body, after all." The boy laughed.

"I am stressed right now, and you think it is cool to piss me off?" Haru growled. The boy didn't move. Of course, he was being pinned up against the wall by a pissed off Haru.

"Well, want to know what I think is funny?" Haru asked, levering his fist. He dragged his elbow back, aiming it at the boy's nose.

That was when he heard the scream.

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A/N lol! Please don't kill me! Next chapter up soon! I am going to add a character in. she is an American. I need names. I want something that isn't really common. Allyson and lets say Stephanie are really common names, so if you have a couple you like, please review and tell me! Thanks