Disclaimer: You know I don't own them, why must you torment me!
A/N: wow my disclaimers suck.
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The two walked into the living room and were greeted by a sickening sight. Laying on the couch, surrounded by piles of wrappers and crumbs, and blubbering like a baby, was Shigure.
Yuki put his hand on his head and shook it. Tohru looked scared.
"Shigure?" she asked timidly.
He stopped crying instantly. "Was that my little Tohru, come home to me at last?" He looked around the room dramatically.
"It must be a dream! Oh cruel world! Why must you torment me so?" he started to sob again, thrashing his limbs every which way.
"Shut the hell up!" Kyo yelled from the next room. "Be a man damnit!"
Shigure stopped crying again and got up. He started to head towards Tohru and before she knew it, he had her in a hug.
"Shigure! What're you – " was all Yuki got out before –
POP!
A fuzzy, black puppy stared up innocently at Tohru.
She just stood there, slightly scared, and wondering why on earth she had wanted to come back. Then she remembered….
"What the hell happened? Who changed?" Kyo said, bounding in the room. He stopped mid-step, staring at Tohru.
"Hello, Kyo," she said, watching him, afraid of how he'd react.
Kyo finally noticed that his foot was still suspended above the floor. Slowly he lowered it and blinked.
He rushed over to her and repeated Shigure's scenario, creating another loud popping noise.
Tohru looked thoroughly confused and scared at this point.
"Please excuse them Ms. Honda, they're just happy you're back," Yuki said smiling.
"So were you, but you didn't hug me!"
"Yeah, well…." He said, blushing.
POP!
Tohru flew into the wall.
"Ahhhhhh! Ugh! Bleh!" Tohru alliterated .
"Tohru! You DID come back to me!" Shigure exclaimed, running in circles.
"Put some clothes on you psycho, or you'll scare her away, again," Kyo said, popping back and pulling his clothes on. "Besides, I doubt she came back for YOU…" he mumbled under his breath.
"Don't be so mean to me, Kyo! Come on, it's a party!" Shigure said, dancing around. After a few glares from Kyo, and scowls from Yuki, Shigure dropped his arms and sheepishly started getting dressed.
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"So, the girl is back living with Shigure?"
"It appears so, sir."
"You know how I feel about this."
"I do sir, and I'm sorry. But what can we do?"
"We won't be doing anything. I'll just pay them a quick visit and remind them of the consequences of their decisions…."
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"Yuki! Kyo! Stop it! We're supposed to be celebrating Tohru's homecoming! Now sit down, and shuddup!" Shigure said in a surprisingly parental tone.
They both sat, sending death looks across the table to each other.
Tohru smiled as if nothing had happened.
Yuki watched her out of the corner of his eye. To him, she seemed different, ever since…
She seemed older, more mature. Like she had grown up. Sure, she still had a ditzy ere about her, but part of him thought she was acting that way on purpose…
He let the thought go and enjoyed the fact that she was here at all. He was getting sick of Shigure's "culinary inventions."
Dinner was relitivly calm, they sat listening to Shigure's plan to treat Tohru to a weekend at the spa.
Yuki noticed that the house seemed really warm. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and took a gulp of water. But nothing he did seemed to help.
He tried to stay engaged in the conversation, but he was just too hot. His head started to throb, the room became blurry.
Before he hit the ground, he felt someone grab his arm.
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Tohru knocked lightly on the door.
Hatori opened it slightly, peering through the gap at her.
"M-may I come in? I brought some leek soup. Kyo helped me make it."
"Only 'cuz you made me!" he shouted from downstairs.
Three people shushed him angrily.
"I thought maybe…" she trailed off.
He stared at her for a moment, "Sure, but keep it down. He has a terrible headache and he's still kind of out of it. He may not know what he's saying, if he's coherent enough to say anything."
She nodded.
As she entered, Hatori left.
"Hatori, how is he?" Shigure asked, catching him by the elbow.
"He should be fine, after awhile. He had a nasty attack from his bronchial tubes, and his other condition…"
They both let the conversation die.
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The room was dark. She quietly made her way towards his bed, setting the tray down on his desk.
She found his bed and kneeled beside it.
His breathing was heavy and frequent, his eyes were closed.
Gently, she felt his forehead, it was too warm. She stroked a finger down his cheek. His hand rose to take hers.
She was startled, but figured he didn't know what was going on.
His forehead wrinkled and his body shook violently with a fit of coughs. He squeezed her hand, she didn't pull away, she just held on.
Tohru found some Kleenexes on Yuki's nightstand and took some. She started to dab at his mouth.
When she threw them away, the light on his nightstand illuminated the Kleenex and she could see that he had coughed up blood.
Frantically she turned back to him.
"I wish I could help you," she said, "I wish you didn't have to go through this pain…" a tear fell on his hand.
He started to mumble incoherently. She watched his body shudder from cold, but his forehead was still so warm.
"No!" he shouted, making Tohru jump. For a moment she thought he was protesting to her getting another blanket. But then she noticed that he had stopped moving and was staring up at the ceiling.
His eyes looked glassed over, like he was watching something she couldn't see. She didn't know what to do!
"Please stop! I promise, I'll never do it again…Just, don't….hit, don't….."
He started to cry. Racking sobs shook his whole body. Tohru didn't know which was worse, the coughing or the crying. Both broke her heart to see.
"She didn't do anything wrong! She just wanted …."
He trailed off, then finally fell asleep.
She watched his chest rise and fall with steady breathing. He coughed every once in a while. After what seemed like an hour, but was really only ten minutes, his hand lost it's slack and let go of hers.
He rolled onto his side, facing her, his hair disheveled with some strands across his face.
She reached over and smoothed his hair back, admiring how cute he looked when he was sleeping.
As she sat with him, she thought about school. No wonder he was so sick, he had so much pressure at school. Being student body president next year, worrying about academics, worrying about his fanclub.
The more she thought about it, the more she understood him.
'Yuki doesn't deserve this. He shouldn't have to worry about making everyone happy all the time. He shouldn't have to put up with overdramatic girls who don't know a thing about him. He shouldn't have to help me with my schoolwork. I should be able to do it my self!'
She was bound and determined to do better, to be better. If not for herself, for Yuki. After all, he had given her so much already.
She took his hand in hers once again.
"Yuki, I know you can't hear me, but I promise to do my best in school and not be so dumb!" She kissed his thumb and set his hand down in his bed. Quietly she got up and crept out of the room.
Right as she closed the door a small voice whispered her name.
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A/N: Well?... Was it okay? I hope it was long enough. I hope to write more soon, especially since summer is approaching…