Disclaimer: I don't own the Fruits Basket characters or the Ranma 1/2
curses. I just simply combined the elements of two stories with original
characters.
WARNING: This chapter contains self-mutilation; if you are not comfortable with this, stop reading now.
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It was raining that day, hard and cold. The entire Sohma family had come to Tohru's funeral; those that loved her did at least. Hatori and Ayame stood together under a large umbrella. Ayame's piercing amber eyes were large and sorrowful, Hatori looked as he always did, but there was a deeper sadness behind his grim face. Both Momiji and Kisa were crying, louder and harder than anyone. Tohru had been like a big sister to those two. Hatsuharu was trying in vain to calm the little rabbit down, and Kisa clung to Hiro, not letting go. Hiro held her tight, his eyes downcast and he stood in stoic silence. Rin stood very close to Shigure, he had his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pulled against his body. Ritsu was dressed as a man surprisingly, and he wouldn't let go of Shigure's free arm, which he clung to desperately, like a child. Of course, Akito was not present. Kazuma was away in the mountains; he couldn't make it to the funeral because of a landslide. Tohru's grandfather and cousins had come to an earlier ceremony, leaving the Sohma's to have a private farewell with Tohru's best friends.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in sweet memory of Tohru Honda, torn away from us at too young of an age." The minister began in a solemn tone. Ayame went over to Saki and held her hand tightly as they cried together. Kureno and Arisa stood side by side, both silent. As the ceremony slowly proceeded, only two pairs of eyes remained dry. Yuki Sohma and Kyo Sohma stood on either side of the white, polished casket, both looking down at it emptily. Kagura held onto Kyo, sobbing into his chest, and for once, he did not push her away. He just held her, his eyes hollow and empty; a mirror image of Yuki's face.
"Ashes to ashes...dust to dust."
Shigure, Ayame, Hatori, and Ritsu stepped forward to lower the casket into the ground. Rin held her hands together tightly over her chest in Shigure's absence. The casket had been adorned with beautiful white oleanders and white roses; the family felt Tohru's pure spirit should be represented by the pure color of white.
Yuki stiffened as the four oldest members gently placed Tohru's casket in her grave. As they did, Momiji buried his face in Hatsuharu's chest, and Kisa turned away. Kyo, who was holding Kagure, pushed her away violently and ran off into the pouring rain. He couldn't stand to see them do that—not to Tohru, not ever.
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(Why....why did you have to die Tohru?!) Kyo thought to himself miserably. He laid on the roof of Shigure's house, clothing soaked from the rain. He had been there for hours, just staring at the sky and replaying all the moments he and Tohru had had together. Just the thought of her made his heart swell with emotion and all the things he'd never said to her.
Rolling onto his side, Kyo shut his eyes tightly, willing the visions of Tohru to go away. She was dead and never coming back! He had to accept that fact, whether he wanted to or not...
Kyo curled up much like a cat and let out a sigh. It was cold that night, his breath was seen in a puff of vapor. He was surprised no one had come after him; especially Kagura. Sighing, he opened his eyes and looked at the empty space next to him with longing. Tohru always used to come up and sit with him if she had no chores to do, and she was off work.
"Damnit....." he swore softly as he felt scathing tears trickle down his cheeks. He promised himself he wouldn't cry; he promised Tohru he wouldn't cry. He hadn't cried since his parents died, that was so many years ago.
"Tohru...."
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Yuki Sohma stared at the cutting board lifelessly as he slowly chopped vegetables for dinner. Tohru had taught him simple things in the kitchen, such as chopping, grating, and mincing. The knife made a dull "thud" as it sliced through the carrots and hit the board. He sighed sadly and looked out the window as he continued.
"Miss Honda....Tohru...." he murmured gloomily, picturing her sweet smiling face in his mind. He closed his eyes and a few tears squeezed past his tightly shut eyelids and rolled down his pale face.
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"Yuki?"
"Yes Miss Honda?"
"Are you sad?"
"Uh......why do you ask that?"
"You have this look in your eyes that Mom used to have......after Dad died. She would smile but then there was something in her eyes, and I could tell she was really sad."
"Oh......"
"Yuki, you know that you can always talk to me."
"I know Miss Honda......"
"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right? I mean you trust me, don't you??"
"Yes, yes Miss Honda."
"Oh, good!"
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"Miss Honda......huh?" Yuki looked down upon feeling something warm and sticky run down his hand. He'd somehow cut his wrist while daydreaming and was now bleeding.
"I didn't even feel it....." the young rat mused out loud. He was now focused more on his wound than he was at the pain of losing Tohru. Silently, he lifted the knife and lightly ran the tip over his pale flesh. A tiny red line appeared. Licking his dry lips, he repeated this action, with more pressure, darkening the line. Small beads of blood rolled down his arm, and again he felt no pain. Slowly, Yuki dug the blade deeper, causing more blood to flow down his arm, and he stared at it in fascination.
"Yuki? Kyo? I'm home! Oh and Kagura is here to help!" Shigure's tired voice rang out in the silence. Yuki flinched and looked up quickly. Tossing the knife and board into the sink he washed them free of blood and pulled the black sweater he wore to the funeral on. Walking out into the sitting room, he ran into his older cousins.
"Shigure, Kagura......" he mumbled, crossing his arms. Shigure gave him a weak smile and Kagura looked down silently, clutching a bag of personal things.
"I went to go ask Kagura if she would help out around the house......she agreed after several attempts to turn me down, we're lucky to have such sweet cousins....." Shigure chuckled softly. Kagura sniffled and headed upstairs to put her stuff in Tohru's old room, as painful as it was. Shigure watched her and sighed.
"How is Kyo?" he asked quietly. Yuki stared at him blankly.
"I don't know. He's up on the roof."
Silence....
"Yuki, take care of each other. Right now you and Kyo have more in common than you think."
More silence....
"I'm heading in for the evening, good night Yuki."
Yuki watched silently as his older cousin went to bed. Looking down at his arms as he uncrossed them, he noticed the entire left forearm was damp with blood. Ignoring it, he headed upstairs to go to bed himself, wondering how on earth the inu hadn't smelled it....
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That's chapter two. Darker than chapter one, and not the last of its kind. Everyone has a way of dealing with things and this is Yuki's way. Kyo will sulk on the roof as usual, if you hadn't noticed.
I've been down that path before, cutting and all. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying don't get mad that I'm writing this, because I've been through it with myself and with friends.
I'll be updating other stories soon! Read and review, onegai minna.
WARNING: This chapter contains self-mutilation; if you are not comfortable with this, stop reading now.
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It was raining that day, hard and cold. The entire Sohma family had come to Tohru's funeral; those that loved her did at least. Hatori and Ayame stood together under a large umbrella. Ayame's piercing amber eyes were large and sorrowful, Hatori looked as he always did, but there was a deeper sadness behind his grim face. Both Momiji and Kisa were crying, louder and harder than anyone. Tohru had been like a big sister to those two. Hatsuharu was trying in vain to calm the little rabbit down, and Kisa clung to Hiro, not letting go. Hiro held her tight, his eyes downcast and he stood in stoic silence. Rin stood very close to Shigure, he had his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pulled against his body. Ritsu was dressed as a man surprisingly, and he wouldn't let go of Shigure's free arm, which he clung to desperately, like a child. Of course, Akito was not present. Kazuma was away in the mountains; he couldn't make it to the funeral because of a landslide. Tohru's grandfather and cousins had come to an earlier ceremony, leaving the Sohma's to have a private farewell with Tohru's best friends.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in sweet memory of Tohru Honda, torn away from us at too young of an age." The minister began in a solemn tone. Ayame went over to Saki and held her hand tightly as they cried together. Kureno and Arisa stood side by side, both silent. As the ceremony slowly proceeded, only two pairs of eyes remained dry. Yuki Sohma and Kyo Sohma stood on either side of the white, polished casket, both looking down at it emptily. Kagura held onto Kyo, sobbing into his chest, and for once, he did not push her away. He just held her, his eyes hollow and empty; a mirror image of Yuki's face.
"Ashes to ashes...dust to dust."
Shigure, Ayame, Hatori, and Ritsu stepped forward to lower the casket into the ground. Rin held her hands together tightly over her chest in Shigure's absence. The casket had been adorned with beautiful white oleanders and white roses; the family felt Tohru's pure spirit should be represented by the pure color of white.
Yuki stiffened as the four oldest members gently placed Tohru's casket in her grave. As they did, Momiji buried his face in Hatsuharu's chest, and Kisa turned away. Kyo, who was holding Kagure, pushed her away violently and ran off into the pouring rain. He couldn't stand to see them do that—not to Tohru, not ever.
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(Why....why did you have to die Tohru?!) Kyo thought to himself miserably. He laid on the roof of Shigure's house, clothing soaked from the rain. He had been there for hours, just staring at the sky and replaying all the moments he and Tohru had had together. Just the thought of her made his heart swell with emotion and all the things he'd never said to her.
Rolling onto his side, Kyo shut his eyes tightly, willing the visions of Tohru to go away. She was dead and never coming back! He had to accept that fact, whether he wanted to or not...
Kyo curled up much like a cat and let out a sigh. It was cold that night, his breath was seen in a puff of vapor. He was surprised no one had come after him; especially Kagura. Sighing, he opened his eyes and looked at the empty space next to him with longing. Tohru always used to come up and sit with him if she had no chores to do, and she was off work.
"Damnit....." he swore softly as he felt scathing tears trickle down his cheeks. He promised himself he wouldn't cry; he promised Tohru he wouldn't cry. He hadn't cried since his parents died, that was so many years ago.
"Tohru...."
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Yuki Sohma stared at the cutting board lifelessly as he slowly chopped vegetables for dinner. Tohru had taught him simple things in the kitchen, such as chopping, grating, and mincing. The knife made a dull "thud" as it sliced through the carrots and hit the board. He sighed sadly and looked out the window as he continued.
"Miss Honda....Tohru...." he murmured gloomily, picturing her sweet smiling face in his mind. He closed his eyes and a few tears squeezed past his tightly shut eyelids and rolled down his pale face.
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"Yuki?"
"Yes Miss Honda?"
"Are you sad?"
"Uh......why do you ask that?"
"You have this look in your eyes that Mom used to have......after Dad died. She would smile but then there was something in her eyes, and I could tell she was really sad."
"Oh......"
"Yuki, you know that you can always talk to me."
"I know Miss Honda......"
"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right? I mean you trust me, don't you??"
"Yes, yes Miss Honda."
"Oh, good!"
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"Miss Honda......huh?" Yuki looked down upon feeling something warm and sticky run down his hand. He'd somehow cut his wrist while daydreaming and was now bleeding.
"I didn't even feel it....." the young rat mused out loud. He was now focused more on his wound than he was at the pain of losing Tohru. Silently, he lifted the knife and lightly ran the tip over his pale flesh. A tiny red line appeared. Licking his dry lips, he repeated this action, with more pressure, darkening the line. Small beads of blood rolled down his arm, and again he felt no pain. Slowly, Yuki dug the blade deeper, causing more blood to flow down his arm, and he stared at it in fascination.
"Yuki? Kyo? I'm home! Oh and Kagura is here to help!" Shigure's tired voice rang out in the silence. Yuki flinched and looked up quickly. Tossing the knife and board into the sink he washed them free of blood and pulled the black sweater he wore to the funeral on. Walking out into the sitting room, he ran into his older cousins.
"Shigure, Kagura......" he mumbled, crossing his arms. Shigure gave him a weak smile and Kagura looked down silently, clutching a bag of personal things.
"I went to go ask Kagura if she would help out around the house......she agreed after several attempts to turn me down, we're lucky to have such sweet cousins....." Shigure chuckled softly. Kagura sniffled and headed upstairs to put her stuff in Tohru's old room, as painful as it was. Shigure watched her and sighed.
"How is Kyo?" he asked quietly. Yuki stared at him blankly.
"I don't know. He's up on the roof."
Silence....
"Yuki, take care of each other. Right now you and Kyo have more in common than you think."
More silence....
"I'm heading in for the evening, good night Yuki."
Yuki watched silently as his older cousin went to bed. Looking down at his arms as he uncrossed them, he noticed the entire left forearm was damp with blood. Ignoring it, he headed upstairs to go to bed himself, wondering how on earth the inu hadn't smelled it....
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That's chapter two. Darker than chapter one, and not the last of its kind. Everyone has a way of dealing with things and this is Yuki's way. Kyo will sulk on the roof as usual, if you hadn't noticed.
I've been down that path before, cutting and all. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying don't get mad that I'm writing this, because I've been through it with myself and with friends.
I'll be updating other stories soon! Read and review, onegai minna.