Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or any of its affiliates. Too bad for me…

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! This one is from Mii's viewpoint. Teehee. It's not the best one I've ever written, but trust me – it will be very apparent very soon why this one is so important. Hahaha.

Mii walked down the driveway to the Sohma house with trepidations. Why not just have him send it to her? She asked herself. Why not just fire him? But she knew why. For all of his ways, she still liked him a lot. She sighed. She didn't want these feelings. She rang the doorbell.

The house was suspiciously quiet. Usually the gray-haired boy and the one with the red eyes were in a fight. And sometimes their family was visiting. She shuddered as she thought of the grown version of the gray-haired kid. What would they do to her this time?

A very pretty girl opened the door. She looked at Mii and Mii had a sudden and startling thought: Did Shigure have a girlfriend? She noticed the girl, though very skinny, had a rather distended belly. Had Shigure gotten a girl pregnant?

"Are you here for the viewing?" asked the girl.

"Viewing?"

The girl looked away, tears in her eyes. "You don't know. Please, come in."

Mii walked in and shut the door, her fears rising .She followed the girl into the living room, then stopped in her tracks.

In the middle of the room, lying in a casket and in traditional robes, was Sohma Shigure. She ran to the casket. In the dim flickering candlelight, Shigure looked so very pale. Tears began to well in her eyes as she looked at his dead body. Never to be tricked again, never again to hear his laugh, never to get even one more hug (which he sometimes gave her after a long day). She saw one of the people that also lived here walk past the living room. He was the one with the purple eyes. He looked a bit startled at the scene before him. Then his brother came up to him. Mii looked away.

"Little brother's still in shock," said Ayame. "He just can't – " Mii heard his voice catch – "believe –" here he drew in a shaky breath – "he's dead!" he wailed, throwing himself over the casket. Mii backed up, shaken by his grief.

"I'm sorry" Ayame said, walking away from the casket. "I never thought…." He left the room.

Mii looked back at Shigure. His eyes popped open. Mii blinked, but his hazel eyes remained open. Then his arm raised and grasped her hand. Mii screamed. When her lungs were empty, she heard laughter.

Her eyes had been shut tight while screaming but ow she saw that the girl was helping Shigure out of the coffin. But they were both laughing so hard they had no strength to get out.

"Did you get the picture Aya!" yelled Shigure. Ayame came in laughing, a Polaroid in hand. He handed the girl the picture. She laughed and gave it to Shigure, who also laughed.

Mii felt a wave of anger sweep over her. She tried to think of her psychiatrist and what he had told her about expressing anger in the right ways. "Take it out on a pillow" had been one of his suggestions. Shigure would do. With an animal-like war cry Mii jumped on him. She slapped his face and threw him to the ground. (He was out of the casket by then).

"All I wanted was the get the manuscript!" she said as she pulled his hair and scratched his cheek with her long, pearly pink fingernails. "Every time I come you do something to me!" She punched him in the gut. Shigure stood up and Mii continued to wail on him. As she kicked him hard in the shin with her pointed stiletto shoes, she cried, "Don't you get that I love you!" With that, she ran from the house. She got in her car and drove away, wiping the tears from her eyes.