Author's notes: Part one will be in Yuki's POV while part 2 is in Akito's POV
Thanks to Erin, Czee(of course p) and ValVal for reviewing. And Akito wnats to be a boy. She's ashamed of her girl-ness! O.o

Chapter 4, part 1

Months had passed and we still hadn't found anything. Shigure and Akito also suspected something. Shigure had been questioning both me and Ayame since I moved in with my brother. Thinking about this, I slammed my fist against the table and Ayame cringed.

"This is not working…." I hissed through my clenched teeth. "Kyo says Tohru isn't getting any better! We haven't found anything to help us. No clues on how to remove this damn curse." I started calling Kyo who still lived in Shigure's house to check on Tohru every few days. Just then something strange and unexpected happened.

"Yuki! You're…crying." Ayame whispered with sadness playing in his gold eyes. My eyes widened. I touched me cheeks. Damp. I was crying. Crying tears of frustration, anger and sadness. I smirked,

"You don't seem very surprised." I said to Ayame. My voice was also changing. It seemed a lot colder. Not just to Ayame but to everyone…but my angel Tohru. Ayame sighed and looked back to the books around us. We were in a huge, old library I had never known existed in the Sohma estate. It was bigger than Shigure's house. We were able to sneak in thanks to Momiji. We had already spent three days here and no luck. Our fingers were already black from all the dust. He was very eager to help us. Because of Tohru. Ayame answered me,

"Of course I'm not. Tohru was very special to you. To all of us." He ran his hand down the spine of some book. I nodded. Ayame looked at his hand and cringed. He had accidentally added a new layer of dust to his fingers. Amusing.

"You think people would come here to clean." He grumbled. But what could you do? This was a place no one ever came to. My thoughts drifted back to Tohru. Everyone but Akito and me liked her. Akito hated her and I loved her. Anger swelled up inside me and before I knew it, my fist slammed into a bookshelf with such great force that the wooden structure broke in half. The loud sounds echoed in the dark abandoned place. Both my brother and me coughed as a big cloud of dust enveloped us.

"Sorry about that." I said to Ayame. I didn't sound sorry though. But I didn't try to sound it either.

"It's okay Yuki." Ayame said, smiling. Again I ask, how can he smile at a time like this?! Something caught my brother's eye. He walked to one of the scattered and old books on the floor. Didn't look like much. A small, thin book made from black leather. It looked like one of those notebooks with a conversion table at the back. He picked it up and started flipping through it. He seemed very excited.

"I hope that isn't something you lost. You know, like a notebook of yours that has the latest trends in it. Notes you took from before?" Why did I sound so mean? Don't know and don't care. Aya did look hurt but again I did not care about him. I cared about Tohru.

"No Yuki. At first I had no idea what it was. It just seemed to different from all the other books." He was right. It did. All the others were hardbound, thick and heavy.

"So what is it? You seem very interested in it." I said icily and frowning. He pushed in to my chest.

"You read it." He said simply. I glared at him and opened it.

Chapter 4, part 2

It's been nine months since I've last seen Yuki. Nothing has happened. And I haven't died yet. Woohoo. I had already given up any suspicion but Shigure still remained ever vigilant on trying to uncover Yuki and Ayame's 'secret'. Amazing how Shigure turned on his best friend. All because of me and or Yuki. He either really hated Yuki or loved me a lot. Either worked to my advantage. Shigure did find out that about seven to six months ago the two brothers disappeared for a couple of days. No one knew were they had gone. Too bad.

I was on my back again. The floor…warm. Air…you could smell the soft, sweet scent of the flowers. Well when I thought about it the floor wasn't really warm. It was just warmer than a few weeks ago. Spring had come recently. I sat up and my red kimono slid off my shoulder.

"Maybe…" I paused, "maybe I should go to check on our poor Tohru." I mumbled. I hadn't seen the stupid girl yet. Shigure said she looked like she had rabies. It would have been funny to watch her. So I decided. I got up and went to change into my black clothes.

As I changed I looked myself in the mirror. I saw a woman. I was a woman. I clenched my fists as I felt my shame and anger sweep through me. I let out a cry as I thrust my fist at the sheet of glass. With a loud crashing noise my fist slammed into the glass, shattering it into several pieces. I stood there silently starring at the broken mirror. Slowly, I glanced at my fist. Bloody. Painful. I could see a big piece of glass sticking out of my fist. Again I stared for awhile before doing anything. I took out the piece of glass carefully then continued to change.

Finally I gad finished. It took me awhile to change but my hand was wounded. And the wound was pretty deep. I didn't bother to do anything about it. As I walked down the halls I could feel the blood slowly drip down my hand. I could hear the soft sound of the blood droplets hitting the cold floor. Continuing my walk I passed little Momiji. One look at my hand and he became even whiter than he originally was.He looked very worried. Maybe he wanted me to see Hatori. Well, whether I wanted to or not I saw Hatori in the halls as well. He looked down at my hand and raised I brow.

"I didn't kill anyone if that's what you're thinking." I hissed at him. He shook his head and then told me to follow him. He knew I wanted to go somewhere. I was in my going out clothes. I could tell he knew because it was painfully obvious and he said he would make it quick. He tried to find out why my fist was bleeding as he treated it. I didn't say.

After Hatori was done I continued my to the car. Sometimes the size of this house annoyed me. A lot. Once I reached the car I got inside and told the driver to go to Shigure's house. He started the car without saying anything. I found this very disrespectful and decided to deal with him later. As we drove on I watched the trees, people and buildings fly by. The trip was so dull. I slowly nodded off to sleep.