Ugh….I feel sick and my head hurts, but I'm pressing on of writing this chappie…because all of my loverly reviewers! So feel special! Ok,since I don't feel so well, this might be short and dumb, and the author's notes might not even be there at the end…but ah well. A small note to reviewers: I didn't get many reviews on the last chapter, but my friend Queen of Storks said that it was unusual and odd for a person (Kyo) to throw a gun. And someone else said that Tohru was OOC. Well this time it will be more violent and Tohru will be more ditzy on the action scenes. BWAHAHA!(I had sour skittles this time.Fun.)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN FRUITS BASKET.SAME GOES FOR CHAPTER 3.

Chapter 4 Why the men attacked (oo! The plot thickens!)

"I can't stand it!" Tohru cried, wiggling from Yuki's grasp. "I need to go back! Kyo-kun could be seriously hurt!" Completely breaking away from Yuki, she ran down the hall and into the classroom again, only to see Kyo lying on the ground.

"Kyo-kun!" she screeched, running over to him. She dared to turn him over to see his face, not knowing what to expect. He was conscious, yet terribly hurt. He smiled awkwardly up at her. "Hello, idiot…."

"You're injured!" Tohru exclaimed, helping him sit up. "We need to get you to a doctor—"

"Hatori can handle it," Yuki said stiffly behind them, scowling at Kyo. Obviously, he didn't like the fact that Tohru was worrying about Kyo because he was bleeding to death.

Back at the Sohma house, Kyo sat on a couch, flipping through the channels on their happy little T.V. Hatori had just bandaged his arm and said to give it a lot of rest. Also, the police were investigating the school, so they got the whole week off. Kyo took advantage of all that and lazed around on the couch all day, eating chips, and watching T.V. Fun.

Tohru awkwardly walked in the room, holding a trembling teacup in her hands. "Kyo-kun…?"

Kyo's vision snapped to Tohru, who was wearing Yuki's sweatshirt, probably because it was so cold in the house. But it still made Kyo angry. What was wrong with one of his sweatshirts! "What do you want?" he asked as gently as he could.

"I brought you herb tea. It's Hatori's recipe. It's supposed to help your arm not hurt so much."

"Whatever," Kyo shrugged, grabbing it from her, and gulping it down.

"Kyo-kun?" Tohru asked softly, sitting next to him.

Kyo looked at her. Uh-Oh. She got that 'thinking hard' look. Could she be saying what he thought she was going to say…?

Then Kyo got notions of grandeur, thinking that Tohru would be so swept off her feet because Kyo saved her from those men, and she would finally say her true feelings. His heart suddenly raced in excitement, and he nearly dropped the teacup when she opened her mouth to speak.

Taking a deep breath, Tohru said what she was planning to say, and what had been eating her mind for a long time. "Do you know why…those men attacked?"

That question struck Kyo hard. Sure, he was disappointed that the question wasn't what he thought it was, but what she asked also got him thinking. Why DID those men attack? He hadn't thought about it until then.

"I don't know," he finally said at last. "But I think they were looking for you."

"Me?" Tohru gasped, getting that lovely innocent look on her face. "Why?"

"I don't know…just…just leave me alone, a 'right!" Kyo shouted, pissed off at the fact that he put ANY hope into Tohru liking him. And also, he couldn't figure out why those bastards attacked.

"Okay," Tohru whispered, obviously hurt. She stood up, face red, meaning to go out. Without warning, she collapsed to the ground.

"Tohru!" Kyo cried, catching her with his good arm. He gently put her against the couch.

"I'm sorry…" she mumbled, trying to stand again, feeling a bit feverish. "I'll go…that's what you want me to do..."

"No, Tohru, you can stay. I was just being a bastard. If you don't feel well, then—Tohru? Tohru!" Kyo shook her. But it was no use. She went unconscious, with a pained face that she had never had before.

There was definitely something wrong with her.

Kyo sat at Tohru's bedside, where she slept peacefully. Hatori had come again—although he was annoyed, going from place to place—and he said that all she had was a cold.

But Kyo didn't believe that.

He rested a hand on Tohru's forehead, which was hot to the touch. "Tohru...please be okay…" he whispered, feeling truly sorry for her.

Every time she let a breath out, there was a wheezing sound to it, and she coughed every once and a while continuously for about a minute, then went back to wheezing again.

"If there's anyway I can take the pain, and not you," Kyo whispered to her, "I would do it without question."

Yuki suddenly walked in, surprising Kyo. Had he heard what I said!

Hastily, he took his hand off Tohru's small forehead, "What do you want?" he snapped, trying to regain his composure.

"To see Honda-san you baka neko!" Yuki shot back, obviously ticked.

"You damn rat! I'll kill you!" He was just about to take a shot at it, when he felt a hot but gentle hand touch his arm, sending a pleasant chill through his body. He recognized the wonderful feeling immediately.

"Tohru!" he shouted, grabbing her hand and smiling down at her.

"Yuki…where's Yuki...?" she whispered.

Her words struck him. Kyo dropped her hand, trying hard to stop his heart from practically shattering into a million pieces. "Right here," he said softly, pointing to Yuki.

AAAHHH!POOR KYO! I really wanted to get back at him, because the real Kyo out of the story hurt my feelings last night. So I wanted to hurt him, make him bleed! BWAHAHA! Wow, sorry. Sour skittles really get you hyper…anyways! DO you like it now? Eh? Eh? I'm sorry I had to stop it at a terrible place, but I need to go… Oh! And I want you all to pray for the people in Florida who got struck by hurricane Wilma! Lets hope their OK! r/r please! Sayoonara!

Sammie-chan