Bonjour! Those of you who have not read The First Rain (The original fic this sequel is to), if you don't want to read the original thing, here is a brief synopsis of what happens in the first…Volume.

Tohru Honda works at palace of Akitaio as maid. Stumbles apon Yuki, the future King of Sohma. Tradition that Yuki is locked in room with window closed till becomes king. Tohru has opened window. Duh, stupid Tohru. Tohru falls in love with Yuki. Yuki feels same. Kyo comes. Kyo is married to Kagura. Kagura pregnant. Get in there Kyo. Kyo hates Tohru. Kyo upsets Prime-minister of country. Gets everyone into trouble. Bad Kyo. Yuki is locked away permanently. Escapes, helped by Akito who lives in dark lofty loft, and gets lost in wood. Tohru finds. Akiot is brought into world. Akito swears at crowd. Akito runs away. Yuki becomes king. Yay happy.

And Haru and Momiji are there too…Somewhere… Well, it makes a lot more sense if you read it…

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this sequel! Please read and review!

Last Rain

Chapter One: Leaves and a Letter

The rare morning sun of Autumn settled in square sheets across the bed. Yuki's eyes remained closed, but he smiled. He was still not quite used to all of the things his window could show him. He moved a little in bed, ntill his head clonked against another.

"Yuki…Are you awake?" A small voice said.

Yuki kept his eyes closed, but his smile grew. "Uh-huh….Did I wake you up?"

Tohru sat up and rubbed her head from where his had knocked it. "You may have…"

They laughed. Yuki opened his eyes, and blinked until the image of his wife was clear. "It's… Autumn now, right?"

"Yes."

"So, it's still not Winter?"

"No…"Laughed Tohru.

"Oh well. I like the leaves in Autumn. But I like snow better…Well, Winter comes after Autumn, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" Tohru laughed once more. "It's strange…To think this'll be your third winter.

"I've had more Winters than anything else." Said Yuki. His grey eyes once more settled on Tohru. "That's why it's my favourite. Because… I spent my first with you."

Tohru rolled her eyes and lay back down on the bed, smiling. "It's too early in the morning for you to be going all mushy."

"It's never too early!"

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Haru sifted through the messages of the morning. He yawned. Autumn always made him tired for some reason. He lay back on the couch he had been sitting on in front of the fire in the Princes' drawing room, and read through the mail lying on his back. Wrong address… Junk…Complaint…Yuki… Yuki… Momiji… Yuki…Tohru… Yuki… Complaint about Yuki… Invitation…Comlaint… Yuki."

He put the pile of letters on his head and looked towards the door that was being opened.

"Haruuu…. Were you checking the mail?"

"Nnn… You got one."

Momiji sat on his brother's stomach. Haru sat upright in shock, the pile of letters flying from the top of his head, and while the majority of them scattered across the ground, Momiji caught the one addressed to him.

Haru rubbed his stomach and brooded as Momiji walked around the room with the letter in his hand. "So what is it, your secret admirer or something?"

Momiji laughed and began to read the letter aloud."Prince Momiji Sohma, I have written to inform you that you are scheduled for a dental appointment on the 18th of…" Momiji stopped reading and glared at Haru, who was laughing at him from the couch.

-

Tohru had been asked a week ago to attend a meeting in the outskirts of Akitaio that very day, and so she regretfully left Yuki for a far more boring period.

Yuki sighed. He sat on his bed for a moment and looked out of the window. He got a horrible feeling of de-ja-vu, and decided to get out of his room as quickly as possible.

As he strode quickly down the corridor of the fifth floor of the palace, he walked straight into Momiji, and knocked the letters out of his brother's hands. "Smooth Yuki, smooth." Laughed Momiji. "Next you'll fall down the stairs…Again."

"Aww shaadup…" Said Yuki, uffling Momiji's hair as he bent down to help him pick up the mail. "Oh…There's one for me?"

"One? There's about five. And a ton of complaints too."

"Damn…I hate those. How do you reply to someone who is basically telling you you're a crappy King?"Said Yuki, standing back up again and sifting through all of the angry hate-mail.

"Well, there are five letters to you that aren't complaints, and about five that are, so… That means half of the country likes you and the other half…Doesn't…?"

Yuki rolled his eyes. "Well that's a really accurate estimate."

Momiji laughed. Then he ran off with his dental appointment letter. "Oh…" On the stairs, he turned back to Yuki, who had sat down on the floor to read the mail. "Yuki!"

Yuki raised his head. "Yes?" He wished he had kept his head down, as a last letter hit him in the face, pointy corner and all.

"It's for Tohru-kun!" Shouted Momiji as he ran down the stairs, stopping only to mount the banister and slide down it.

Yuki put the letter to Tohru next to him, and smiled. He turned back to the others and scratched his head. He put the complaints in one pile, and the rest in another pile. One of them caught his eyes. It was addressed in a crude handwriting, and most of the words mis-spelt. It was filthy, and must have travelled a long way to get to him.

He slid a small silver dagger from under his belt, and forced it under the envelope.

Putting the envelope and the dagger next to him, he unfolded the single sheet of yellowed paper within.

"Yuki, if yu rember me I am suprized, but I rember yu, so yu shud meet me soon. I think we hav a lott to tork abowt.

Downt forgett me.

From the one who luves yu."

Yuki scratched his head again, and then screwed up the letter and put it behind him. Before opening another, he turned and picked up the discarded letter again. He put it on the floor beside him, and tried to flatten it out by smoothing it against the carpet.

He turned over the paper, and saw a reply address. Can I…? Why would I want to talk to this person…They could be an assassin or… He shook his head. He was beginning to think like Kyo.

"Well… What harm would it do to just keep it?" He said quietly to himself. He put the letter it's envelope and slid that into the front pocket of his waistcoat. I won't reply…But I'll keep it just incase I get another one and there's a pattern or something. He took the dagger and began opening the other letters.

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Late that night, lying next to Tohru, he couldn't get it out of his head. Eventually he couldn't pretend that he wasn't curious. He looked at Tohru, asleep next to him. He closed his eyes, and kissed her on the forehead. She moved slightly in her sleep as he got out of bed and retrieved the paper from the pocket of the waistcoat he had draped over a chair previously.

He sat down in that chair, and sighed, the letter in his hands. He looked around the room. It was much bigger than the one he was used to. He had moved into his father's room a while after his coronation. There had still been no news of him. Everyone assumed he was dead. Whenever Yuki woke up in that bed, in that room, he was always reminded of his father. And the thought always made him guilty.

He wondered, what would his Father think of everything that had happened in the last two years? Kyo's daughter Keiko, his own wedding to Tohru, his coronation. The memory of his parents seemed to be slipping further and further away, as the country tried to forget. Forget the time before Yuki's coronation. They had tried to start fresh. Tried to keep things traditional, but without being ridiculous like before. Yuki had tried to be as good a monarch as he could be, but he always found himself turning to ask his father or Kyo what he should do. And neither were ever there. Kyo had only spoken to him by letters since the previous Spring, in which Yuki had been coronated, and then face to face once more at the wedding in Autumn last year. They hadn't seen each other for a whole year. Yuki was beginning to feel like he had used to. Separated from everyone. Closed off. Window, firmly, securely barred and closed.

He picked up the chair from behind him, and carried it in that awkward way, closer to the desk. He took out a match from one of the drawers of his desk, and lit a candle. The dim light fell over only a small part of the room. That was good. He didn't want to wake up Tohru.

He reread the letter. Once, twice, many times. The words lost all meaning in his head. The letter looked like it had been written by a three year old. He thought of all the three year olds he knew. Keiko? No… The words may have been written in an infantile manner, but the letter meant something. He just needed to figure out what.

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AN: OMG! It's been what feels like YEARS since I wrote the fust one of this… -cries- I missed that fic…It was my favourite one ever to write…Although my Phantom one gave me an excuse to watch The Phantom over and over and over again! –head rolls around-

AN2: Oh yeah, for those who have not read any of my fics before, my name is Jez and Oy'm plased to meet'cha! I am a Yuki fan and so most of my fics are Yuki-centric. But I plan to write a Kyo fic…And a Hatori fic…And a Kyo X Yuki fic… (I have put that one at the very end of my list because I am scared of writing it and getting flamed by yaoi haters like Laura) …(hides from Laura)

AN3: I also like ANs, so those whodon't like them will simply have to put up with them….Because I write about really important stuff in them sometimes…

AN4: …OMG… I can't think of anything else to say! Nooooooo!

AN5: Oh yeah I can! Read and Review if you want to come and stick your head in my new chocolate fondue fountain I got for Chwissmas.