'Twas a night they'd remember, when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, including the mouse.
Tohru was doing the laundry with care,
in hopes that the cat would appreciate her fare.
The
Sohma's were nestled all calm in their beds,
while visions of
rice balls danced in their heads.
And Kyou in blankets, unaware of the fact,
that to woo his fair maiden would soon take a new tact.
The skies were aflame with a beautiful sight
of falling red comets letting off a bright light.
Away to the window Kyo flew like a flash,
tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
After years of awaiting, it was as it seemed,
the curse was now broken, for a day it was deemed.
Hugging was certain, as sure as the skies;
the zodiac animals would be most surprised!
Shigure
was shocked at the news, as were all,
Tohru, relieved, soon began
to fall.
Caught in a hurry, by Kyou's quick speed,
"No
transformation!" they shouted and told all of the deed.
"Oh
Kisa! Hey Yuki!
Come one and come all!
Look, Ayame! See,
Kagura! No transformation after her fall
No animals, no smoke
to
cover things that we know
we can't see in Furuba
as the
rating is low!"
Kagura's
racing left dust and she went like a storm,
as her lover ran
quickly and her heart was not torn.
So over poor Kyou she quickly
up to flew,
"Even if before we could have, lets us now hug too."
And
then, in a twinkling, he was on the roof,
Kyou's pouting and
grumbling she heard quite aloof.
Tohru, upset at his
unfriendliness,
did not expect romance, or even a kiss.
He
was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot,
and his
clothes were all dusty from the dirty roof soot.
A blush he wore
strongly on his scowling cheeks,
she just couldn't resist
showing his face full of leeks.
His
eyes--how they sparkled! He must have been cold!
For his cheeks
were like roses, for one not that bold.
His cute little fangs were
outside his small lips,
Tohru caught wondering if she would fit in
his hips.
The stump of a leek he held tight in his teeth,
and
the smoke from his blush encircled his head like a wreath.
His
face was so handsome in the black winter's night,
unreflective
of his thoughts, and his mental plight.
He
was slender and lean, like a mystical elf,
and she awed when she
saw him, in spite of herself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of her
head
soon gave Kyou to know something he was never to dread.
She flew at him quickly and in one tight embrace,
filled his head with emotions, and reddened more his sweet face.
She told him she loved him from the very first sight,
despite of his poor fighting; he had a strong inner light.
He
sprang to his feet, and to him she was mold,
whispered something
in her ear she had hoping to be told.
The curse she had broken,
and now he'd always believe,
"Tohru, I love you, so please never leave!"