I don't own Fruits Basket, I'm simply controlling their lives through fanfiction.

She came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, eyes puffy from crying. She had made up an excuse about her mother's death driving her to do this. The lie created a lump in her throat, and settled at the bottom of her stomach. Kyo and Shigure seemed to accept it, but Hatsuharu looked at her skeptically. Nevertheless, they allowed her to leave.

She was up in her room that night, and everyone had just finished dinner. She had eaten a little, to calm the men down, who watched her through the meal. The food just rested in her stomach, adding to the knot created by the lie. She stared at the phone, at the new message that read:

"Come and get me. The alley by Hatori's office. Let's play tag."

Her heart raced as, impossibly, tears welled up in her eyes. Her time had come. She was going to die.

Her phone pinged again with another message.

"And bring a cage for your tiger."

Kisa. She envisioned the small girl gagged and bound in the same way Rin had been. All doubt about going vanished from her mind as her stomach dropped. She thought about all he had done to her, and all of her shyness and timidity melted away into rage that made her shake with it's intensity. She had given every hour of her day to him, and she was going to take her life back. Fear still made her heart race like a stallion, but she was seeing her room in red. She was sick of being afraid. She very slowly walked to the kitchen and pulled the the third blade from the knife block: the steak knife.

She wasn't going to die tonight.

The transformation happened so suddenly, every animal in the house's hair stood on end. They looked at each other and quickly stood up, heading for her room as she headed out the front door. Hatsuharu pushed the door open and stared at the mess. Since she was usually neat, the state of the room surprised them. Journals and torn paper littered the carpet, small spots of blood joining them. Shirts were piled in the corner, all long sleeve. The sleeves were stained in red, blue, and black ink. The shades on the window were drawn, and the room was lit only by a small table lamp. Shigure flipped the switch to turn on the main light. They saw blood and pens on the desk, the bed, and the window sill. Hatsuharu surveyed the room grimly and then turned to Kyo. He knew his cousin didn't want to see the next part. "Go look around the house. See if she's anywhere around."

He nodded and went on his way, even though all three knew she wasn't. Hatsuharu shut the door behind him and Shigure. He headed to the computer as Shigure picked up one of the many journals that was flung across the room, both looking for clues as to where she might have gone. He flipped through the small blue spiral bound notebook, watching as the entries started out sunny, and continuously got darker in the time after the incident. Soon they weren't coherent, just one or two words per page, looking as though the pen were closer to being put through the paper, not on it.

One day.

He's coming.

Help.

Help me.

Please help me.

Some pages were wrinkled from tears, some were crumpled and almost torn out of the notebook. Shigure almost teared up himself, his eyes stinging. Pure desperation was scattered across the many journals.

"Jesus," Hatsuharu was muttering at the laptop. "This was everyday for her." He turned the computer so Shigure could read some of the emails. "I was trying to figure out where she might have gone, but this caught my eyes." He looked around guiltily, not entirely comfortable with looking through her emails.

Shigure face rested in his hand, looking tired and older than he was. His eyes travelled the screen, an unreadable look on his face. Hatsuharu looked over his head at the email he was reading.

Miss Honda,

I do hope you're getting these. It would be a shame if you didn't know what was going to happen once I come to collect you. You still care for your friends enough to hold the deal, correct? You've never been one to stop caring. I've been thinking about which zodiac member I would choose if you did give up on them. Perhaps Hiro. Anyway, I was just reminding you what you were responsible for.

Your friend,

Yuki Sohma.

"He kept contacting her," Hatsuharu growled. "He beat her into submission and then kept beating. Of course she didn't eat, I feel sick now."

"Hatsuharu, stop." Shigure held his hand up. He was still coming to terms that Yuki, YUKI, had done all of this. And that he hadn't been able to stop it.

Kyo opened the door and looked at them crowded around the computer. "She's not here. There's a knife missing from the block, but the front door is open. She's gone." He looked devastated.

"What are you looking at?"

Hatsuharu swiveled away from the desk, allowing the cat to read the screen. He watched Kyo's expression turn from guilt to confusion to anger.

"What was the deal?" He spoke levelly.

"We believe that he traded our safety for her discretion. He was able to contact her without us knowing." Shigure finally spoke up, voice shaking.

Kyo's hand balled into a fist and he slammed the table.

His eyes caught on the phone sitting on the bed. He glided over and picked it up, punching her birthday in for the password. The screen flashed red. Two more tries. He tried her locker combination. The screen flashed again. He thought for a second and then punched in his own birthday. The phone unlocked as his throat closed up.

"That idiot." His wrist rose to his eyes, wiping away what was in his eye. He refused to believe it was a tear. He scrolled through her texts, and like he expected, hundreds of the texts were from Yuki. He scrolled to the most recent messages, and spotted the last two. "The alley by Hatori's building. He's got Kisa." He turned to the men.

"It's strange," Shigure said. "I got the same feeling then that I do when Haru goes black."

Hatsuharu blinked. "Wait, Kyo- did you say a knife was missing from the block?"

"Oh my God." They all blinked to understanding.

"Do you think-" Kyo started.

"She went to... Fight him?" Shigure could have laughed at the image of little Tohru fighting Yuki.

"Does she even know how to use a knife?" A line developed between Hatsuharu's eyebrows.

"Guys, do you know what this means?" Kyo looked panicked.

"Tohru's finally angry?" Hatsuharu offered.

"Tohru's got a black side?" Shigure guessed.

"It means there's an injured, malnourished Tohru heading barefoot to fight Yuki, someone none of us can beat in a fight." His pride stung, but it was the truth. They bolted from the bedroom and ran down the staircase and out the door.