A.N.: Hello readers! This dramatic fic continues! Believe me I would have updated sooner but I was detained... I'm very sorry about this chapter...maybe your minds are not ready for this new found friendship. Yuki is happy at the end of this chapter—for like the first time in a million years!! Which is good. Yuki being happy is good. All of the great pplz being happy is good. I was writing today, and I was thinking, what kind of person am I making Hatori? I figure he's a bit more talkative when it comes to trying to teach the gang things about love and relationships based on his own love and loss with Kana. We'll see how that turns out. I'm also trying to figure out what Akito will be up to during the duration of the story. Hm... well, he'll be up to something-I just don't know what. Now go read, and don't let me bother you with this boring note.

Also one more thing... if you aren't mature enough to handle this story (I'm talking to one person specifically) then don't continue. I don't want the people with out imaginations to write me flames. That is one of the reasons I waited to post again. I was mad at that person because they didn't even give the story a chance and they TOLD me- the author- to make this or this or this happen. If you want to read the flame, I left it up. I'm happy I get reviews, but I'm just saying no to this one. For the rest of you lovely readers, please don't think I'm a fire-breathing dragon because of this. I value all of your reviews. Thank you and I'll let you read.

Disclaimer: This story is 100 mine, but the characters and curse belong to the wonderful creator of Furits Basket!

Chapter 3

Everything was dark and cold. Yuki sat huddled in the corner of a gigantic, pitch black, freezing room. He was shivering and wrapped his arms around his knees. He was seven years old, sad, and alone. The words of Tohru Honda mixed in with the words of another person. A person whom he hated more than any other. They were the cold words of Akito Sohma. The speakers' voices tuned in and out, like a bad radio. Sometimes it was Tohru.

"He suffers because of you! I hate you, Yuki!" Sometimes they were the dark, words, which felt like ice, spoken by a nine-year-old Akito.

"Yuki, how can you think others will ever accept you for what you are? You are the rat. You brought this curse on this family. It's all your fault. No one could ever love you. They all hate you."

These words hit Yuki like sharp daggers, piercing his heart and soul. "It's not true!" the purple-eyed child shouted back, shaking his head. "No! It's not my fault! I never asked for this life! It's not my fault!"

"Yuki...Yuki...." Someone was calling him. Someone's warm voice was surrounding him. The cold child was being saved by this warm voice. All of a sudden the room grew lighter and warm.

The pain returned, however. He was no longer the little seven-year-old child, sitting in the dark room. He was the Seventeen-year-old young man, lying in a bed, in a room filled with sunshine. Someone was holding his hand too. He opened his purple eyes, searching for the person next to him. "Tohru?" he asked, stirring.

It wasn't her. It was a sixteen-year-old boy with white and black hair, and gray eyes. "Haru?" Yuki asked, confused why his cousin was there next to him.

"You gave us quite a scare, Yuki." Haru said, smiling. "Where am I?" Yuki asked his cousin. "You are in one of Haa-San's hospital rooms. You've been here for two days." Haru said, still holding Yuki's hand.

Yuki moved his hand, so Haru would let go. He did, reluctantly. Yuki tried to sit up, but with a loud "Oww!" found himself lying on the bed again, in excruciating pain.

"Yuki, don't move. Its better if you don't. You really got hurt. Everyone was really scared. Tohru was frantic." Haru said. "Tohru- I don't want to see her. Don't talk about her." Yuki said, remembering again, what he witnessed before this whole thing happened. "What happened to me? I remember everything until I passed out at my secret base." Yuki said. "There was someone there, but I don't know who." He continued. "That was me, Yuki. I was there, I saw you collapse. You were saying some weird stuff, and you collapsed, clutching your sides. I was really scared. We were soaked and I brought you back to Shigure's house. Hatori had just arrived and Tohru was beside herself." Haru said, remembering the situation. "Even Kyo was worried. They told me what happened on our way here." Yuki blushed. It was hard to believe that Yuki, the person who never has fallen off of anything, fell off of a roof. "So, what's wrong with me? Why am I in so much pain?" he asked, wanting to know what happened.

"Well, Yuki, when you fell off of the roof, you fell onto a rock. It was slightly pointed, so you were cut up, and you broke two ribs. You have lots of other bruises and your back and stuff. You also got a concussion, and since this happened in the rain, you got a fever too. You've been out cold for two days. And Tohru-" he stopped, remembering what Yuki said about her. "Yes, what about Tohru?" Yuki asked, wanting to know what happened to her. "Tohru was worried sick. She's been crying since you got here. She can't even bring herself to look at you. She's gotten sick too. When you got up and you ran off, she saw the rock you fell on. There was blood all over it. By the time I saw you, blood was trailing to your knee." He said, and feeling the need to say more, "Hatori said that you were lucky. He said of you feel on your spine, you could be paralyzed or if you fell on your kidney, or something else important, you'd also be in some trouble."

"Aw man. Well, then I guess I am lucky, but it still hurts. So, today is Monday?" he asked. "No, it's Tuesday. Two whole days, Yuki. Haa-san says it'll be at least another week before you can walk without pain." Haru said. "So I'm stuck in bed for another week? That sucks! I mean I knew I was in pain after I got up, but man!" He was amazed at himself. "Where are Tohru and Kyo?" He asked, wanting to know. "Oh, Hatori made Kyo go to school because he's fine, and Tohru is in the next room with a fever. When he's not at school though, Kyo is by her side, day and night. She just sat out in the rain until I carried you to the house." Haru said, with a sympathetic look.

Yuki looked like he was in pain. "Listen Yuki, maybe I should go and let you get your rest. Maybe you need to be alone for a while." Haru started to get up. "Haru, how long have you been by my side?" Yuki asked. "Oh, well the whole time you were out." He said, a small blush now creeping up his cheeks. Yuki raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well, I was really worried about you." he turned to leave. "Haru wait! Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone right now. Please stay." He begged. Yuki had been alone since he passed out the other day, with only the mean voices in his head for company.

"Yuki, maybe you should rest." Haru said, sitting back in his chair. Yuki could see the pillow and blanket Haru had used on the floor. "No! I think I've gotten enough rest. But I have to say, sleeping in that chair must be uncomfortable. I'm sorry you had to go through such an inconvenience, Haru." Yuki said. "But I appreciate it. Thank you for staying by my side all this time. It means a lot." Yuki said, smiling a soft smile. This made Haru blush even more.

"Yuki, I care about you. You know I do. When I saw you injured like that, I was really scared. Now I see you are feeling a little better. I'm happy about that." He smiled. "No, Haru. It may look like I'm feeling better, but now that I think about it, my physical injuries are less painful than this. My heart was broken! I feel so betrayed! I feel like they took my heart and chopped it into a thousand pieces. I was devastated." "I know, Yuki. I'm here for you if you ever need me." Haru said. "Thanks Haru. Somehow, whenever I'm with you I feel relaxed, like I can be myself, and no matter what kinds of problems I have, I can tell you, and you wont ever laugh or make fun. You're so wonderful to me. Thank you for everything." Yuki kept his smile. Haru was now very pink in the face, which was a little weird, because it added color to his black and white outfit.

"You know Haru, you look really tired. Do you want to try to sleep?" Yuki said. "What? Well if it's all right with you. You were right before, sleeping in a chair is very uncomfortable, but I'm not going to leave you!" He said, remembering Yuki's plea.

"If you want to you can. I'm not holding you here, well, maybe I am. Sorry." Yuki remembered the plea too and chuckled in a "we're stuck in this situation" sort of way. "No problem. I'm really okay. Thank you. You try to sleep too okay?" He said and Yuki nodded. Haru got the pillow and blanket off of the floor and made himself as comfortable as he could in the chair.

Haru fell asleep within a few minutes. Yuki was unable to do so because he had been out cold for the past two days. He lay on his bed, watching Haru's calm chest, slowly rising and falling. After about ten minutes he was awake and shifting his position on the chair. This continued for the next three hours. Every five or ten minutes, Haru would change his position on the chair. Yuki couldn't take it anymore. If this is what the past two nights were like, Haru really didn't get any sleep at all. Feeling annoyed at this, Yuki decided to do something that was something the usual Yuki wouldn't. But, he wasn't the usual Yuki anymore. He was different, injured, grief stricken, and alone. In Haru's presence, however, he felt something warm. He felt like Haru was there, watching over him. Haru looked so peaceful in the moments that he actually slept. He looked innocent, like a child and calm. Maybe it was Yuki's presence that was calming. Haru had always admired Yuki. Perhaps Haru was staying here to make sure he could give back some of the kindness Yuki had given him when they were small children. Or maybe it was as Haru said before, and he was just worried. Whatever it was, it made Yuki feel better to have someone who he trusted with him. He also didn't have to put any guard up. Even if it was Tohru, he could never be completely open with anyone, for fear of desertion, and fear of rejection. Anyone, except Haru.

Haru gave one final turn, and in aggravation sat up in the chair, and put his head in his hands. He feared that if he got too aggravated, Black Haru would take over, and that was something he really didn't want to happen. Black Haru was a real bastard, and he didn't want to injure Yuki anymore than he was.

"Haru?" A timid voice said. Haru looked up and over at Yuki. "Haru, um I couldn't sleep and I saw you tossing and turning, and um, I don't want to sound weird, but if you want, you can share my bed." He started blushing. This was nothing like his usual self. Now however, he felt inclined to give back to Haru for all of Haru's kindness to him over the past few days. Haru blushed too. "Well, are you sure? I don't want to roll over on you or anything." He said. "No Haru, really, I'm fine with it. Besides, you deserve so much for what you've given me, and you look really tired. We're cousins, and I trust you." Yuki said.

Haru obliged and climbed onto the bed next to Yuki. Yuki winced slightly at the pain of being moved, but it subsided. Haru lay, slightly on his side, facing Yuki. Yuki did the same, relieving pressure on his wound. He felt better this way. He felt the warmth of Haru's body, and his presence was very soothing. They both relaxed and fell asleep within seconds.