A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long! I've been busy lately, really really busy…this will probably be a short chapter, but hey, better than nothing.

Disclaimer: don't own furuba, am just a poor, pathetic teenager like any other…

Chapter Six: Decisions

I love you, Kagura. I love you.

Shigure carried me back to the main house while I remained frozen in his arms, mainly from shock. When we made it back to the main house, the window wasn't the only thing broken.

"What . . . what happened?" I asked, observing the broken table and several other valuable items. Yuki was crouched in a corner and averted his eyes from my gaze.

"Akito…just got a little…carried away," he stated.

"Now let's bandage up your foot," said Hatori.

While Hatori swathed my foot in bandages, Akito returned to the room. He calmly entered the room and sat down on the floor, being careful to avoid the remains of a nearby vase.

"I'm . . . sorry . . . Akito . . ."

He turned towards me and suddenly stood up. I shouldn't have said anything.

He walked towards me.

I really shouldn't have said anything.

I braced myself for what was about to come. Akito raised his arm and began to swing it towards me, and I shut my eyes.

I waited . . . nothing.

Huh? I opened my eyes and looked up to see Hatori and Shigure holding him back.

"We have more important matters to discuss, Akito! Stop!"

Amazingly, Akito gave in and sat down. "You're right." He stared at Yuki and me. "We do have more important matters to discuss."

I turned towards Yuki. Had Akito been planning something?

"Since Kyo and Tohru are obviously not willing to come back to Japan, we must go to America and convince them that this is for the best. If we can't convince them, then by force. Either way, they will be coming back."

"But who could convince them?" I asked.

"Yuki could surely convince Tohru to return, and I'm sure that you, Kagura, could do the same for Kyo."

We both stood there, dumbfounded. Did Akito miss everything we said to each other five minutes ago? Or is he just deaf?

"This plan will work. It is our only choice," Akito continued. "If you do not succeed, suffering will follow. So, as you now understand, there are no decisions for you to make. You will also need a responsible adult to accompany you. Shigure-go with them."

At this statement, Hatori began to mumble. "He's responsible…sure…"

"Well, in that case, you can accompany them as well," Akito stated. Hatori did not like that decision; he stood up and left the room, mumbling as he went.

"The necessary arrangements will be made; show up at the airport tomorrow at 12:00." Akito stood up and stood at Yuki and I. "And, if you are not careful, Kagura, soon you will have a special room reserved for yourself."

Yuki shuddered. I nodded and silently left the room.

I heard screaming. A little boy screaming. "Who is it?" I called out.

The boy called out in pain. "STOP! Stop, please . . ."

I realized then who it was. A frail, innocent mouse . . .

"Yuki!" I cried out. "Where are you Yuki?"

The screaming grew louder as I walked towards a door. It was a room that I had never been inside before.

I opened the door.

"Oh . . . my . . ." I whispered in shock. The room was completely empty, the walls bare, except for two people in the back corner. I ran over to find Yuki. "What happened?"

I was too late. The rat lay unconscious, bleeding on the ground. And who should turn around but . . . Akito.

"Get out, you pig! Listen to what I say!" and he slapped me across the face.

I stumbled out of the room and wept outside.

Tears began to stream down my face as I made my way to the car. I sat in the back and waited for the others to follow.

Who could have known that Yuki was abused so much when he was a child? He was the rat, the smart, talented, wise rat; the rat was not supposed to be hurt. Of course, the adults knew; but did Kyo and Tohru? Of course not. Yuki, little by little, was slowly gaining the courage to tell her…to find acceptance…to know that she truly cared for him.

"I will tell her soon, Kagura. Just when I'm ready."

New tears glistened on my cheeks. Little did Yuki know…that, just when he was almost ready, he would find out that his love would run away and leave him behind. All the pain that he was bringing back to the surface, all the emotions he had been going through suddenly didn't matter anymore, because she was gone.

And, just like Akito had done, she would deny ever hurting him, because she didn't know.

All the emotions he had tried to confront…he would bury them again. I knew it. And who knew if he would ever attempt to open those wounds again…or find someone who could motivate him to try.

Hatori, Shigure, and Yuki left the main house. I wiped my eyes and put on a soft smile as Yuki sat beside me.

"Yuki," I whispered. He didn't move, and he didn't speak.

Strangely, the drive back to Shigure's house was tenser than the first. Hatori dropped us off and told us he would back tomorrow at 11:30.

I made dinner for the three of us. Shigure was up to his normal antics, but Yuki remained silent. He didn't even respond to Shigure's jokes. After eating, Yuki went upstairs and the dog remained to help me clean up the dishes.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so forward today."

"Eh?" I said, and then I remembered: duh. When I ran away and hurt my foot.

"No, its okay," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to reply."

"So you're sorry now?" Shigure said. I turned and looked at him as he began deciphering what I said.

"What I mean, is…I'm not sure how I feel."

He looked at me, and gave away no traces of emotion whatsoever. "So cold…you're worse than Hatori…"

Laughing it off, Shigure walked back to his office. "I'm going to work on a new manuscript. If you need me, I'll be in here." With that, he turned and left the kitchen.

If I need you. Shigure…

I dried the dishes and put them away. I grabbed a sweater and walked outside.

So much had happened today. What could be made of it? How could anyone decide?

And Yuki…what would Yuki do when he saw Tohru again?

I looked towards the roof and saw Yuki perched on top, sitting where Kyo usually rested after a long day at school.

What could be made of anything now?

He curled up in a ball and began to weep.

And the days are not full enough

And the nights are not full enough

And life slips by like a field mouse

Not shaking the grass.

A/N: The poem is called "And the days are not full enough" by Ezra Pound. Good, eh? Please, PLEASE REVIEW! I will be updating soon, I promise! Tell me what you think!