Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. The characters I mean. The Fruits Basket characters… I don't own them…The—
A/N: HEY! How are we? I hope you're good. I'm just writing to say that I give up. There's no point to me writing this anymore because all hope is lost. All of you Yuki/Tohru fans, just stop right now. You're in for a heartache like no other if you continue your little fantasies. I have received dreadful news that Yuki meets someone in the next book. So, after much thought, I have decided to end this fic. Why bother? If he's just going to go off and meet someone, what's the point. No more hidden meanings, no more wishful thinking. Game over man!
So I lied. Whew! What a load of hot air. I'll stop now so you can read this chapter of the fic I'm not ending.
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"Hey, Tohru," Kyo said, through a mouthful of rice. He was wearing sweat pants and a white wifebeater, his hair disheveled.
She smiled, yawning at him as she reached into the refrigerator for some water.
"How have things been going with that one girl?" She asked, seating herself at the counter across from him.
"Good," he said, looking away.
"Good," she said, drinking her water.
"I heard you went and saw Yuki yesterday. How is he? Not that I care, I just, you know, trying to make conversation…" he said, ending with and awkward pause.
She coughed a laugh. "Uh, he's fine, he looked a lot better yesterday. He said he'd probably be home tomorrow," she said, checking her watch, "I guess today."
It was 3:32 a.m.
She yawned, feeling more tired than she had a minute ago. Kyo watched her, yawning himself.
"Good thing it's summer and there's no school tomorrow, or else I'd be in trouble," Tohru said, laughing.
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Yuki stumbled in, trying not to make too much noise. Slowly he climbed the stairs, gripping the handrail for support.
This was bad.
A drop of blood dripped from his mouth onto the floor.
He looked at it, hazily, trying to focus. His vision was blurry and made everything double.
He thudded to the ground, laying his forehead against the floor. Finally he focused on the blood, whipping it up with his finger.
He panted, his head pounding. He could see his room. If he could just get to his door…
Arms. And hands. They were around him. He felt heavy, then suddenly, amazingly light.
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"Yuki? Yuki, wake up." Tohru's stern voice woke him up. He was in his room, he had made it. He sat up, the sheets around him falling from his shoulders.
Tohru blushed furiously, then looked away. He watched her, confused. Then he felt cold air.
Looking down he realized his chest was bare. So was the rest of him. His clothes were in a neat stack at the end of his bed. 'Thank god I didn't get up…' he thought, relieved he still had some dignity left.
"Ms. Honda, what- ?" he started to ask.
"You transformed last night. On the stairs. You fell and I was trying to get you up and you transformed. I'm sorry. I put you in here right away, but I didn't know what else to do. You scared me…. Yuki," she turned to face him, still blushing, but on the verge of tears. "What happened to you?"
He sat confused for a second, then looked down.
Yellowish green spots littered his rib cage and arms. You could see the outlines of scars healed over on his back. With a shaking hand he reached up to his face. There was a burn mark on his cheek and his lip was swollen. A bruise from somewhere on his head throbbed. Patches of hair were missing.
He took a deep breath, looking her in the eyes.
A tear rolled down her cheek. She reached out, gripping his hand, as she put her face in her other hand and cried.
He held her hand, scared, both for her, and himself.
"I'm sorry Ms. Honda, you have nothing to worry about. I never meant for you to see me like this," he said, composing himself.
She looked up, not sure what he was talking about.
He reached out, wiping a tear that was falling down her cheek. She tilted her head into his hand.
"Yuki, what happened?" she asked again, this time with a steadier voice.
He took a deep breath. 'Just tell her.' "It's all part of my condition, with my bronchial tubes. When I get really bad attacks, I cough so hard I cough up blood, sometimes I get bruises on my rib cage. They've done a lot of surgeries on me, but nothing has worked so far…" he just wanted to tell her. He wanted to hold her against his bare chest and tell her everything. How he had loved her since the very first day he had met her in the forest. How all he had ever wanted was to hold her, to have her hold him.
But he couldn't. She could never know everything about him, it would make her sick. She'd leave him. He couldn't handle that.
So he lied, praying to god she'd believe him.
She looked into his eyes, sniffing.
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A/N: Duh Duh DUH! J/K. The next one should be out soon, so you won't be in suspense for too long.