Chapt. 3

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(At the main house, the day before the funeral)

"Yuki!"

Yuki looked back to see Haru waving some sheets of paper at him.

"Come back here for a second!" he called.

Yuki obeyed, and ran over to his cousin. Haru shoved a sheet at him.

"What's this?" he asked, thoroughly confused.

Haru returned a puzzled look and replied "Didn't Ayame tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Yuki was beginning to get suspicious.

"Oh crap, that idiot didn't tell you," he said. "You're a good singer, right?"

"Well--"

"Doesn't matter. Anyway, we need someone to sing at Tohru's funeral. You'll do it, right?"

"Actually, I'm not sure that I'm--"

"Perfect!" he said, forcing the page and a tape into Yuki's hand. "These are the words, and on the tape is the song with the words, and then the song with jut music, the instrumental version, right?"

"Haru, I don't know if I can--"

"This is great! I'm so glad you can do this. And Yuki," he added. "If she knew you were doing this for her, I'm sure that it'd make her very happy."

Yuki stood in silence, stunned. Haru turned and waved lazily over his shoulder as he walked back to the main house.

"Thanks, Yuki! I owe you one!"

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Yuki sat in his room, listening to the tape, and singing along quietly.

He had an excellent singing voice, and before long had the whole song perfect. If Haru had chosen anyone else to sing it, they probably wouldn't have had time to learn it properly.

He listened to the song once more before getting into bed, getting ready for another sleepless night.

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Yuki stood up. Haru began strumming his guitar. Hiro got his violin at the ready.

"Rest up in the gentle sway
Sister make a flower place
The mother, father, brother grace
A river of stones to keep her safe

Come away with me today
Everything should be okay
Fill your pockets while you pray
With some to eat and some to save
Nobody has to stay
But we wish they would anyways

It is the evening of the days
Where we have chosen to remain
And while you hurt with all that pain
The stars will kiss your pretty face

Come away with me today
Everything should be okay
Fill your pockets while you pray
With some to eat and some to save
Nobody has to stay
But we wish they would anyways."

Yuki counted six people that started crying during the song. There were others that had begun beforehand, he didn't know how many of those there were.

He was one of those people who don't cry in public.

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Kyo followed him on the way home. He was looking for something to distract him, to get his mind off Tohru.

'A fight should do the trick…' he thought to himself.

"Nice little boy-band you had back there."

Yuki didn't reply, nor react.

"I mean, I knew you were girly, but I didn't think you were that queer!"

Still no response. Since Kyo couldn't see, Yuki clenched his fists. Starting to get frustrated, he continued to try and offend him.

"You and Haru should come out of the closet, cause some uproar among your fan-girls…"

Next thing he knew, he was being pinned to the wall, Yuki's hand around his throat, his nose just barely touching Yuki's. He could feel each breath his cousin took.

"For your information, I did that for Miss Honda. And if you ever bring that up again, I will break your neck before you can finish your sentence." Yuki hissed.

Kyo was so close to Yuki that he could see the tears in his eyes. He was shocked to find himself sorry for the things he had said. He couldn't help but notice how attractive Yuki was when he was upset. He surprised himself again by saying so.

"You're so cute when you're angry."

Kyo felt Yuki's grip tighten, and woke an hour later to find himself on Shigure's front step.

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Hey readers! Thanks for continuing to read my super-trashy fanfic!

The girl who wrote and sang the song 'Nobody Has to Stay' is Mirah. If you want to learn more about her, her full name is Mirah (pronounced meer-rah) Yom Tov Zeitlyn, for googling purposes.

Again, if you have time, or something to point out, review, and say what you liked about it, or what you didn't like about it, like the pairings, or whatever.

Also, if you have an idea, please DON'T MENTION IT IN A REVIEW!

If you do, I probably won't use it. I prefer to surprise my readers at least a little. E-mail me with requests, like for different people to show up, or to get together, or to beat the living st out of each other. I like not having to think it all up on my own.

Thanks for caring!

Thinking of you,

Sammy