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Kagura's POV

It was incessant but dull at the base of my brain. Then it jabbed the frontal lobe. The pain caused my hand to touch my forehead and kneel over the table slightly.

Yuki looked at me with concern abundant in his eyes. "Kagura, are you okay?"

I said, "Yes, I'll be fine" to ease his conscience. Rising, I continued, "I just need to lie down for a minute. I'll take some aspirin as well. I'm feeling a little dizzy."

That was the wrong thing to say. The corners of his mouth inclined downwards slightly, an uncommon expression on his perfect face. He raised half-way from the cushion on the floor.

"Yuki, I'm not gonna die. I'll be fine."

"Would you like me to make you some tea?" Kyo's girlfriend asked me. Her turquoise eyes reflected Yuki's concern.

"You guys worry too much," I chided softly. "Sit. Eat. Enjoy yourselves. A little rest will do me some good."

"If you're sure," Shigure answered uncertainly. "And in any case…" He smiled at the half-eaten desert on his plate. "I wanted to finish this delicious cake!"

Kyo's yell of, "You already ate three pieces!" rang in my ears as I entered my room.

I always keep a bottle of aspirin by my bedside, which was where I stumbled towards. Two white capsules tunneled down my throat. I went to the bathroom to dissolve the pills with water, and then returned to my haven. I stretched and snuggled into my comfortable bed like a lazy cat relaxing in the sun.

A smile formed on my lips despite the pain. As my eyes closed, I thought about my previous love.

Kyo Sohma used to be the most important person to me. I used to break down into tears at the thought of him, but now I can reminisce about him without any emotional pain.

I can remember when I held a boulder over his head, forcing him to promise me he'd marry me. I can remember that the harder he pushed me away, the more I wanted him. He was a chest of perfect gems. Nothing and no one was more valuable than him.

Why did I love him? That's an easy question to answer. He had burning ambition and good looks to compliment that aspect of his personality. His eyes glinted with the desire to perfect his technique in martial arts. I loved his hair, the color of a juicy orange. I loved how his hair was as bright and burning as his soul.

It wasn't just those things. Those traits were a mere contribution to the entire treasure chest he embodied. I loved his pretty little dreams. I loved how he longed to be a part of our family. Because he was possessed by the Cat, he was shunned. I would've accepted him. A true member of the Zodiac or not, I would've devoted myself to him with a love as bright as the brilliant sun.

This was why I wanted to crawl into a ditch and wallow in my woe when I saw them together. The way he looked at Tohru as if she were the epitome of joy… I wanted him to view me that way. I wanted his lips on mine and for him to love me, only me.

It was futile wishing for this to occur. That was probably why I ran. I saw the same look that I often gave Kyo in his eyes: unshakeable love that a thousand inflicted wounds wouldn't shatter.

When Yuki held that umbrella over my head, I despised him. Why wouldn't he leave me alone? I wanted isolation so I could properly drown in sorrow. I wanted to have the rain drench me and for tears to flood my eyes. It was the only way to welcome the end of my life. Like a prolonged headache, this was the beginning of pain I didn't think would ever end.

Yuki did his best to convince me to come home. I regarded his words with absolute contempt. He was spewing nothing but lies. It was as if he was a psychologist and I was his insane patient. "Give up on something you'll never have" was the subliminal message under his perfectly placed sentences. His concern was a cushion for me to fall back on in false security. Behind his smiles and pleadings, his strategy had been mapped out.

And yet, when I was in his arms, it was as if we were connected. We didn't need words to convey what we meant. He wasn't being analytical. He truly cared.

It wasn't easy letting Kyo go. I was still a lost puppy. Not a day passed when I didn't think about him. I would burst into tears unexpectedly at times and I was dragged into deep pits of depression. But it helped me out that Yuki was there. He listened to me recount my chronic nightmares and my feelings. His arms were there for me to dissolve my fears and sadness in.

I regained the ability to smile. Soon, I was able to laugh. Kyo's memory was beginning to lose the bruises. And after that, I was returning Yuki's love.

My love for Kyo didn't vanish. It never did! It just took on a different form. I didn't love him with the same passion I once did. He was my cousin. I loved him as much as I did my family and friends, but the romantic love I once had for him was being transferred to Yuki.

I've fallen in love with Kyo's perfect contrast, it seems. Kyo has ambition, which you'd have to be blind and deaf not to sense. Yuki has tranquility, a trait that Kyo lacks. Kyo's lack of it doesn't make him a bad person. I love Kyo's passion. I love Yuki's placid demeanor. They are both wonderful. I just love Yuki just a tiny bit more.

My headache was now nothing more than a distant memory. I touched my temples and smiled again. I now know what Yuki is. He is the aspirin that chased away my pain. He is the pillow that gives me comfort. Hell, he's the entire bed that has given me rest.

As I drifted into sleep's arms, I thanked Yuki. He soothed my pain away and made me feel...safe, warm and happy.

I'm lucky to be his woman.

If you don't R+R, bad things will happen to you... I'll sic Hana on you! Well...R+R only if you're so inclined.