Okay! Kill me! I forgot that they don't sleep in the same room— but let's just pretend that Kyo was concerned for once… or something… I don't know! (faints) (cowers) Oh! kill me!

Oh yeah… my Slam Dunk fic! (gasp) I forgot to upload it! (bangs head in wall) Will do... sometime soon...

Anyway, thanks for those who reviewed: nightgodess, EvilMicella, Shii-chanchick, fdiw, Wings, sami1010220, CRISTAL, pmartin33, kishe, imjuzakyd and to all I've mentioned in my previous chapters…

Disclaimer: I actually find it stupid to place this since it is pretty obvious that Fruits Basket doesn't belong to me… but I WANT it to! Waaahh! (told you I'm emotional…)

Warning: just be warned…

(Okay… a note: I am a very shifty person and I wanted to show you what Tohru and Kyo went through while we were utterly focusing on my precious Yuki… ehrm… anyway… It's pretty easy to follow. Clue: I'm going back to the very beginning and running along until such time that both ends meet and I continue with the story… your loss if you didn't read this part properly… nah… Not really. :))

If the conversations aren't exactly the same… it's due to the fact that Yuki heard and understood differently from what Tohru/ Kyo was actually trying to say… (poor Yuki...)

This rule applies to the rest of the titles with "too" or "either" or "also" in them.

I LOVE YOU TOO…

I love you, thought Tohru, looking at the purple-haired boy sitting somewhere in the distance, I always have—

"Hey," muttered Kyo, momentarily stopping his game, "you look distressed. It doesn't suit you. What's up?"

"I… I feel irresponsible— lazing around and playing with flowers when I should be cooking or cleaning or…" muttered Tohru, looking at her hands.

"Ah… and then responsible Tohru breaks my fun," said Kyo, laughing good-naturedly, "alright. You win." He raised both hands in mock-surrender and toppled into the ground that was filled with pink petals.

Tohru allowed herself to laugh and follow suit, sending more pink petals into the air. She got lost in the wonderful feeling of freedom— just like when her mother was still alive. She looked up at the orangish sky and slowly closed her eyes, thinking about her memories of her mother.

For a moment, everything was calm, peaceful and happy.

Until Kyo decided to move…

He looked at Tohru's serene expression and felt something in his heart soften. He didn't see her relax very often, since she was a very hyperactive girl.

He couldn't resist wanting to take a closer look at her face, so he hovered above Tohru, who apparently was dreaming about something wonderful. He was careful not too get too close to her, for an obvious reason (that the authoress no longer feels the need to explain… :)).

Tohru, finally aware of another person breathing somewhere near her face, immediately opened her eyes, causing the poor frightened Kyo to tumble backwards.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" muttered Kyo, reddening profusely, "I didn't mean to… I…"

Tohru sat up and put a finger on Kyo's lips, "it's alright Kyo-kun… no harm done. Anyway, I better go and prepare dinner before Gure-san comes back ne?"

"I'll just…" stammered Kyo, "I'll just buy some milk…" He then ran away, still blushing and ashamed of having been found out.

Tohru's gaze didn't follow the orange-haired guys hurried exit though— for it was still glued to the direction of the place where Yuki was sitting.

Then, she saw Yuki fall down.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, all the while praying earnestly that whatever caused him to collapse wasn't that serious.

"Yuki-kun! Are you alright?" she gently shook the unconscious purple-haired boy, who was currently lying on the floor.

Yuki regained consciousness.

"Yuki-kun… are you okay?" asked Tohru.

She was standing in front of him, looking at him with utterly worried eyes.

She heard him moan and she felt her throat constrict. She could feel his pain, but she couldn't do anything about it… she felt helpless.

Yuki was just oblivious.

"Yuki-kun… I think you should go rest…" said Tohru, gently grabbing his arm and leading him into the house.

"Where's Kyo?" asked Yuki. He sounded weak. Maybe it was his weak bronchi?

"Oh. He went to buy more milk. He has weird appetite ne?" Tohru paused, remembering what happened. "I… I'll go get you a blanket," muttered Tohru, leaning Yuki's head against one of the corners of the dining room.

"Don't bother Honda-san," came the weak reply.

"You want soup?"

Yuki still told her the same line.

"What do you want then?" Does he hate me? What did I do? Doesn't he want soup? She wanted to cry. "Yuki-kun… I… I— hope you take care of yourself…" muttered Tohru, feeling rejected, but smiling nonetheless.

(tsuzuku… again… I'm sorry for leaving you guys at the edge of the cliff… hehe… actually, I'm NOT sorry… but hey, it will be worth the wait. I promise! I'll work hard!)

Jwei Lih (04/16/05)

Sorry for the utterly long note… :) and the utterly weird love for the word "utterly"… 'til next time!