Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, but if I did, Yuki would be mine!
Oh, yeah. I just want to say, if you've read 'Eating Disorder' and 'Bulimic', this'll sound vaugely familair to you. When I write, I usually branch from other ideas I've read. You could say that MysticSorceror inspired me. Well, thank you, hope you're not offended, just a fan eager to write their own story!

This is my first fic that I've had enough courage to put up, so if you don't like it, don't read it, keeps flames to yourself and hopefully you'll enjoy my tale that I've cared to weave and post. Enough babble from me, let's get this story started, shall we?

Chapter 1

He sat up on the roof under the full moon. Yuki stared at the small blade in his hand. He sighed deeply as he shivered in the cold. The moonlight shone off the blade illuminating the sharp edge.

Yuki picked the blade up from his palm. He whispered, "I'm sorry." Yuki rested the blade on the back of his wrist. He began to push down and pull it across slowly so red blood blossomed from the large cut he was making. As he was half way through his first wrist, someone burst up onto the roof.

"Sohma-kun," She yelled. "Don't, please stop!"

Yuki held the blade where he stopped; blood flowed freely from the cut veins. "What's the use, no one cares either way. Everyday is just another 24 hours of torture," Yuki said sadly.

Tohru ran over to him. "Please, stop, you know I would care if you were gone!"

"I didn't mean you, every one else, that's who I'm talking about," Yuki told her.

Tohru noticed Yuki's wrist. She hastily ripped a long strip from the bottom of her shirt. She took Yuki's hand and pulled the blade from his skin. She tied the cloth around the slash.

"Come on, I want to get that cleaned up," Tohru said forcefully as she took his hand that didn't have the injury.

Yuki followed silently. He didn't know what he thought. He thought he was happy that Honda-san cared about him, but then felt sad at having to suffer.

Tohru helped him down the ladder that led from his room to the roof.

"Sit and let me go get something to wash that," She commanded.

Yuki threw himself on the bed and lay back. He held his cut wrist in front of him and saw the blood seeping through the cloth.

Tohru walked in a minute later carrying a small box. "Okay, now sit up so I can do this," She said.

Yuki pushed himself up and held his hand out. Tohru untied the cloth and immediately blood began dripping from the cut and on to Yuki's leg.

Tohru dabbed a cotton ball in a clear liquid. "This'll sting and fizz up, but it'll help." Tohru put the cotton on the still bleeding cut.

Yuki grimaced as the liquid fizzed over his wrist. About 10 minutes later, the bubbles died away. Tohru took a tissue and wiped the liquid from Yuki's arm. She then wrapped a strip of gauze around his wrist.

"Thank you, Honda-san. You care enough to stop me from doing this and now, instead of getting mad, you are helping me," Yuki spoke for the first time in 15 minutes.

"It's no problem, I just hate when people take their own lives. God decides when everyone goes, a person doesn't have the right to do that," Tohru said softly as she taped the end of the gauze. "There, now, it's late, you should get some rest." Tohru told him.

"I don't know how I can repay you, Honda-san," Yuki said as he looked at his bandaged wrist.

"Just don't try to kill yourself again, that's enough of a thanks," Tohru said as she smiled at the prince. She pulled the door shut behind her and walked back to her room. She was just glad that she'd interfered; she couldn't imagine life without Yuki.

Tohru lay on her bed and closed her eyes. She couldn't get the image of Yuki's sad and pained expression as he took the razor blade across his wrist out of her mind.

The next morning Tohru's alarm went off early. She stood up and as she was putting her uniform on, she noticed blood on her hands.

She suddenly remembered what had happened the previous night. She ran to Yuki's room and knocked on the door.

"Just a moment," He called. When he came to the door, he was already wearing his uniform, but his hair was sticking out like he hadn't combed it.

"Honda-san, I didn't expect to see you here," He said.

"I know, I'm sorry, but could I just see your wrist real quick?" She questioned.

Yuki took hold of her arm gently and pulled her into his room.

"Please, can you not tell anyone about last night?" Yuki asked pleadingly.

"Yes, of course, I just wanted to know if it's all true. I want to know if I just dreamt it because I still have blood on my hands," Tohru said as she showed Yuki.

"I'm really sorry about everything. Here, come to the bathroom and I'll help you wash them," Yuki said with a worried look on his face.

Yuki slid open the door and turned on the sink. He scrubbed her hands very hard with soap so he got every droplet of his blood off.

"You didn't have any open cuts on your hands last night, did you?" Yuki asked as he scrubbed her hands.

"No, I don't think so," She told him. "But why do you ask?"

"I can't let any of my blood get mixed with yours, there's really no telling what could happen if a zodiac's blood gets mixed with a normal person's blood," Yuki said with a fearful look in his eyes.

"I never thought about that," Tohru said as Yuki turned off the water. Yuki handed her a towel.

"Thank you," She said as she took it to dry her hands. When she walked back to her room, she saw that it was time to go begin breakfast. She hurried down the stairs and put pans on the oven. She was preparing bacon and eggs.

Yuki walked down after Shigure and Kyo had already seated themselves at the table. His hair was now combed out so it wasn't sticking every where.

"This is delicious, Tohru-kun," Shigure told her as he ate.

"Thank you, I didn't have as much time to prepare this morning, I hope it's not too plain," Tohru worried.

"No, no, it's wonderful," Yuki told her.

Tohru looked to him and noticed he was wearing a sweatshirt with longer sleeves than his uniform. She figured it was he didn't want anyone to see his wrist.

After everyone finished their meals, she was a little behind schedule.

"Tohru-kun, it's getting close to time for you three to go, why don't you let me take care of it?" Shigure asked.

"You do dishes? Why didn't you ever do that before this house got to look like a dumping ground?" Yuki asked.

"You didn't exactly jump at the prospect of doing the dishes," Shigure said.

Yuki stood up and went to collect his things from his room.

"Thank you very much, Shigure-san," Tohru said gratefully as she ran to grab her things as well.

Shigure looked and saw Kyo sitting on the couch. He smiled and called, "Oh, Kyo-kun! Would you come here for a moment?"

"I'm not doing the dishes for you, you dumb dog," Kyo said with his eyes fixed on the TV.

"Come on, it's the least you can do after causing so much damage to my house," Shigure said, trying to make Kyo guilty.

"I already know you take money out of my account for the damage," Kyo said. "Besides, you're the on who volunteered to do the work."

Shigure sighed and began to do the dishes.

Yuki and Tohru hurried down five minutes later. They had taken so long because Tohru changed the bandages on Yuki's wrist. They cut was still bleeding slightly.

The three walked out the door and toward the school.

"Hey, Rat boy," Kyo began, "What're you wearing that sweatshirt for, it's warm today."

"What d'you care, stupid cat?" Yuki retaliated.

"I don't!" He yelled. "Why the hell did I even ask!" Kyo ran ahead.

"That was close," Yuki sighed.

"What're you going to do if someone finds out?" Tohru asked.

"They're not going to if I can help it," Yuki said with his head down.

"Why did you try to do that to yourself, Sohma-kun?" Tohru questioned.

"I can't stand it. I can never get a moment of peace. I live in fear that some girl will hug me and their memories will be suppressed, or that Akito will come to school, or I'm not thin enough, that I eat too much, people won't like me, or that you'll start to hate me or something will happen to you," Yuki said.

"Of course I would never hate you!" Tohru told him.

"I know, but I can't help but worry constantly about what people are thinking about me. I'm always thinking that there's someone talking bad behind my back. I'm just worried that I don't look good enough to please people," Yuki said.

"Don't say that around Prince Yuki fan club, they'll pounce and start saying that you look fantastic and shouldn't worry about that kind of stuff. Of course, I'd tell you that too," Tohru said as she blushed.

"Thank you for being so kind and understanding," Yuki said as he put an arm around her shoulders.

Tohru blushed harder.

They walked the rest of the way to school in silence with Yuki's arm around her shoulders.

The Prince Yuki fan club glared at Tohru when they saw her walking with Yuki and the prince had graced her with a touch, eye contact and even a smile.

Motoko senpai walked up to Tohru and asked if they could talk for a minute.

"It's okay, Yuki-kun, you can go ahead, I'll meet up with you at lunch," Tohru told him. Yuki nodded and began walking to the school.

He collected his things and waited for Tohru by her locker. When she didn't come after a few minutes, he left to go to his first class or he was going to be late.

Yuki was slightly worried when he didn't see Tohru in his first class. Finally, as Yuki was half way through his lunch after 2 more classes, Tohru walked in. She sat next to him.

Yuki looked at her and noticed that her face held bruises and scratches as well as her neck and legs.

"Honda-san, what happened?" Yuki questioned.

"Nothing, I just fell down outside," Tohru lied.

"Really, what happened?" Yuki asked more urgently.

Tohru stayed silent. Yuki set his chopsticks down and pulled Tohru up. He led her out in the hall. He took her into one of the empty classrooms.

"Tell me who hurt you," Yuki commanded but still in a gentle tone.

"When Motoko-san said she wanted to talk to me, they told me about the Prince Yuki club rules. They said that I'm not supposed to talk to you without someone else with me and that even though touching you wasn't in the rules, it was still wrong. They told me that people who broke the rules, whether they're in the club or not, are severely punished," Tohru explained.

"So, they beat you?" Yuki asked.

Tohru nodded.

Yuki wrapped his arms around Tohru. He waited for a 'poof', but it didn't come. Yuki pulled back.

"Why didn't I transform?" He asked.

"Well, I did have a little cut on my finger. I guess some of your blood got into mine," Tohru thought aloud.

"Oh well, I'm not complaining," Yuki said as he pulled her into a hug again.

The door opened and light flooded into the semi-dark room.

"Yuki, oh I f…" Motoko began but stopped as soon as she saw Tohru in her love's arms.

Yuki pulled back and walked to Motoko-san. "Senpai, I have been told that you and your fan club beat Honda-san, is this true?" He said with a bit of bitterness in his voice.

Motoko hung her head.

"Why would you do something like that? I was only talking to Honda-san, are you really that jealous?" Yuki said.

Motoko ran out of the room with tears flying from her eyes.

Yuki turned around and put a hand on Tohru's shoulder. He smiled and led her back to the cafeteria.

When they sat back down, Yuki offered Tohru the rest of his meal. She ate it gratefully and silently until Yuki told her he was going to go to the bathroom quickly. He stood swiftly and walked from the room.

Haru pushed open the door to the bathroom and heard a gagging noise from one of the stalls. He first thought that it was gross, but then realized that the person was forcing themselves to throw up.

"Great, some bulimic loser," He thought.

When Haru opened the door to leave, people were heading to their classes. Everyone in the hall heard the vomiting. They stood and watched the stall to see who would come out.

After another few minutes, the toilet flushed and the lock turned.

When the person walked out, everyone gasped.

Oooh, cliffie. Not really, pretty easy to figure it out for me anyway... I guess I'm the one that wrote the story. Anyway, please read and review!